Cinema

Was once a lady broken-hearted and undone,

She nearly lost her faith.

She’d ever meet her mate one day,

Though love was nearby,

In fact, about to make its entrance later in the script,

but in the meantime...

Behind her smile lived a loneliness no Leonardo could hide.

When hearts collide, can they ever repair?

Love never lasted off-screen;

How could she fly without wings?

Losing each new leading man to those unhappy endings.

Behind her tears ebbed an emptiness

Vast as an ocean, as blue,

But no one knew of the weather within.

Cinema aimed at the heart,

But none of the love’s scenes were real:

Simply rehearsing a part

She'd forgotten how to feel.

Enter the one whom the author created especially for her;

The focus blurs

The composer writes strings.

Cinema straight from the heart,

Shot on location within,

We see the past fade to black;

We see happiness begin.