(Disclaimer: This is an inner dialogue between the self and its own heart.
The opening question is by the self, and the rest is by the heart. Hope you relate to it.)


OH LONELY HEART, WHAT ARE YOU YEARNING FOR?
A BUNCH OF FLOWERS, SUNSHINE, WARMTH?
OH MY DEAR, WHAT ARE YOU TO ME?
I HEAR THE STORM WHISTLING, WIND BLOWING FROM THE VERY CORE. IT'S CRUMBLING; EVERY PIECE I HAD OF ME IS NOW SHUDDERING.
OH SWEET CHILD, WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
I YEARN FOR THE WARMTH OF SUNSHINE,
GARNERED IN A BUNCH OF PEONIES, REMINISCING THE AROMA OF LONG-LOST LOVE.
MI AMOR, I WANT YOU TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME.
YOU SHREDDED THE LIFE OUT OF ME; NOW I AM BLEEDING. YOU BURIED ME SO DEEP, NOW I AM SCREAMING. CAN YOU HEAR ME, MI AMOR?
YOU PROMISED THE IMPOSSIBLE, NOW I AM SAILING.
BUT HOW FAR, MI AMOR?
IN THE FLEETING TIMES, WE FIND OURSELVES BREAKING PROMISES WE MADE TO EACH OTHER,
UNLEASHING WHAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE,
BETRAYING THE BONDS THAT WERE SICKENINGLY TIED FOR THIS LIFE, TIRED FROM UNDOING WHAT'S DONE.
HERE WE ARE, IN A FIELD OF DAISIES,
STRENUOUSLY HOLDING ONTO THE THREAD OF HOPE IN FINDING EACH OTHER IN ANOTHER LIFETIME,
AND SAVING EACH OTHER FROM THE LOVE THAT CHAINED US IN THIS ROTTING HELL.
SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFETIME, MI AMOR, IF IT'S EVER MEANT TO BE.....