Kate

She wandered across the corners of her heart

Pursuing strength, mending what was torn apart

Every attempt to recover what was lost

Made it more difficult to find

What she desired

But

Perhaps yearning entails an inevitable pitfall

For fate is decided, or not at all

Losing those we hold dearly

We are all stranded in this desolate sphere

She

Believed in a fabricated truth

She knows, she cries

Sacrifice, which involves demise

Deserves

An indispensable second look

For she has unreservedly given

Love