I stand and watch my love
go to another.
Oh, to watch the one you love
love another.
To know the other’s name
gives real pain—
physiological, compulsive behaviour,
his name.
Why does losing love
hurt so much.

To lose one’s love
is the hardest pain—
feeling so alone,
knowing you are now alone.
So alone.

My heart hears no songs
of joy or love.
My heart no longer sings
to my love.
My heart now withers
within me.
My memories of love and joy
fail my heart.

No more summer love,
kisses on the warm breeze.
No more nights of romance
under a silver moon.
No more holding hands
while strolling the seashore.
No more wishing on shooting stars,
skipping through the night.

Reminiscent words once uttered—
“I love you,
together we will always be,
never to be apart,
two bonded as one,
one heart, one thought.”

But what now?
All that was said—
broken words,
open promises
now proved shallow.

To lose love,
to watch my love
go to another…
dear heart,
I sing no more—
no more songs of love.
Good night, my dear heart.
Good night.
Good night.

Oh, my dear broken heart,
don’t beat for me.
Stop now.
I wish for this pain
to be no more.
No more.

Paul Baldry (Long John)