Love*work in progress*I lost it,As pieces of bread on the lonely path.Broken like shards of glass after a bar fight.My calendar could not foretell it,Neither did me.My love it's gone,Dusting away, broken in many ways.Too many reasons,Too many people.None one to point and blame.Never too scared,Alone in a world full of dust.Picking up shards of broken glass.Alone but determined,Find what I had lost.Glue what has been broken,Forming love once again.Fear has come and gone,Strength stood around.Love will come to me,Different shape, same shapeIt is unknown,