When the Chemistry Is Gone the History Does Not Matter

A tragedy sparkles within the confines of love When the chemistry is gone, the history does not matter Moments of sanctification in the arena of love can disappear and This is the darkness that is always present in the realm of love When the chemistry is gone, the history does not matter My convictions walk in truth I stretched an element of brokenness through time We became a symbol of nothing Folding our hearts Because the path of mediocrity was upon us! In pain, I am content This is no time for me to circumvent As I lament my love for her I sit here writing about the elements of this episode The scent of her division was a Fatal element of her decision Through trial and error I saw the terror of misplaced love Now I know that When the chemistry is gone, the history does not matter In pain, I am content I sit here writing about the negatives and positives of love while I understand that when the chemistry is gone The history does not matter Mark Frank Copyright 2010