A faint caress, a soft whisper, a hidden love wrapped in the sweet scent of roses. A forbidden love, yet the gentlest ever seen. The heart aches, for Cupid’s arrow has been removed. A dilemma at stake for the heart aches for what it has lost. A dull ache continues to pulse, but life moves on as we wait for another Cupid’s arrow, hoping, praying that this time will be the last. Because the heart is broken, hanging on by a thread,and it cannot survive another broken dream.