What Is Love -2

My Heart is just an organ no memory does it have The blood it pumps through my viens, is an unhealing salve I often wonder, what is LOVE; a strange concept to me Will I ever know of LOVE, as Soupers feel and see One day I thought, I had found LOVE; but soon that LOVE was gone Forgotten was the moment, when I thought LOVE broke my Heart I don't know why I cried, from colourful Sunset 'til early morning Dawn I can not remember how this LOVE even got its start It never did return to me, a feeling of LOVE for Eternity As time went by, as I grew old, of LOVE I had no Memory Late at night, a nightmare comes, a nightmare named Lenore The only words this spectre Whispers is,"Now and Evermore" To be Cont.