• heart heart "My prediction to my love is hopeless. He is not wanted by one, but two ladie loves. He chooses, yes, but not my choosing to behold in my own hands. I am Love lost, most definetly lost in this hopelessness. I wish for the pain to be swept away by the breeze of enlightenment for another love oneday. As I think of the day I found out thy secret, my heart and soul shattered by thy hand." heart heart