The Hardest Part

Given the way, the days go by 
he asks her why her heart's so cold
Taking his hand, she understands, 
why so few lovers ever grow old

Down the trail they walk in veiled 
conversation, hiding pain
Never before had so much more 
than coursing love between them lain

Promises made and hearts displayed 
in quiet whispered lovers' songs
Held up to the burning Fire
the words speak liar, the notes sound wrong

Holding on, the vanishing dawn, 
the fading light of lovers' glow
The hardest part of broken hearts
is learning how to just let go

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