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While I am on a roll and on the subject of lost love.
Here is one that would work nicely with a mournful steel guitar.

rain spattering against the windshield
driving down the dark, lonely highway
alone again in this big, cold world
raindrops on the window of my mind.

sometimes its so hard to follow the heart
never knowing which way to turn
you try to follow the flame
and then end up getting burned.

don't be so sure you know what's right
just look before you leap
the heart don't always know the score
and the hill to love is steep.

tears falling on my shadowed soul
all I want to do is close the door
artic winds icing my emotion
don't want to drive this road no more.

very nicely put and it holds truth within the words.