Who cares if that guy left me
There are many more others around
So what if he's indifferent
You bet I won't feel down

I knew it would end like this
You might say I was quite prepared
I knew it wouldn't last so long
Though at first I thought he cared

He won't ever see me sobbing
Just because he left me here
I'd easily forget how we once were
I won't even shed a tear

But now I know I've failed
No matter how much I've tried
I'm smiling now, but God you know
I'm crying deep inside...

You gave me a vision of what life is to be
You showed me the world, what I was to see
You promised me love, said you’ll always be there
To lend a hand, to show me you care

We walked through the days never rushing our steps
We cherished our time for the time was well spent
Then suddenly one day you weren’t there by my side
You were gone forever but not a tear did I cry

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me— Ever
Removed!

- Robert Browning -

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

 - Matthew Arnold -

Love in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Fresh pains he did create,
And strange Tyrannic power he showed;
From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurled;
But 'twas from mine he took desire,
Enough to undo the armorous world
From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his Pride and Cruelty;
From me his Languishments and Fears,
And every Killing Dart from thee;
Thus thou and I, the God have armed.
And set him up a Deity;
But my poor Heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.

--Aphra Behn 1665

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,

Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.

Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.

- John Wilbye -
 

Love - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.

Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart

Robert Louis Stevenson
 

When love dies no one sends flowers
And little cards to lift crushed spirits up
No one offers mass and a nine day prayers
for the battered heart to find it's peace
No kind epitapths, nor eulogies
sing praises, and no one comes to do
your weary some chores for you
When love dies,
You cry your cries alone.