Love found and lost

Come to me my dear and I shall tell you things.
   Things that are too beautiful to describe, like the sound of angel harp strings.
     Strings that reverberate throughout the heavens, with the launching of wings.
      Wings which carry it's tune great distances, and in your heart sings.
     Sings the song of love inside one celestial earthly being.
        Being interrupted by the sudden silence, the evidence of your heart fleeing.
      Fleeing from ascension, your soul in detention, or it's the desire of another, that the two are in contention.
    So come to me my dear, and I shall tell you things, of the nature of love loss, and the inevitable pain it brings.