I've come to the realization 
This emotion can't be turned off, 
Like some light switch.  
It's more like a dimmer set on a slow timer. 
Counting down the seconds 
Until the light she once brought to my world 
Finally fades to black.

However, like the soft warm glow 
Of that small strand of tungsten, 
My heart, despite what I want to feel, 
Will always have a strand that glows for her.

Or perhaps our hearts are more like the trees. 
Every time we take that blind step into love, 
We expose our selves to the elements. 
Sometimes a branch gives way to a harsh storm. 
Eventually, though, the wound will grow over and heal, 
Leaving a tougher knot than what would be there, 
And the tree will continue to grow strong. 

Our hearts grow harder 
From the storms we weather through our lives, 
But like an ancient oak that is hundreds of years old, 
These hardened wounds make us who we are. 

It is up to us to push on through 
The stormy nights and cloudy days, 
Until the sunlight once again chases off the clouds 
And we can bask in the light of those beautiful sunny days.