Broken Hearted
A seeming kindness and gentleness wooed me
and like a wounded dove beneath your hand, I quivered.
To calm a flight filled heart was your decree
and yet conquest and not contact was delivered
wanting, waiting, for your touch I shivered.
Relenting to your advances brought only laughter.
My simple-hearted sweetness a mere joke
and all my dreams of now and ever after,
left in drifts as black as smouldering smoke.
Kindness was for you a treacherous cloak.
Broken hearted, left beside an open door,
formless yearning, unrequited tokens torn,
this damned man I trusted, I now abhorred,
may the seven levels of hell see him shorn,
for there is no fury like that of a woman scorned.
Date June 5, 2012
Topic Broken Heart
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