My Last Love

There once was a happy, youthful pair Living blissfully, not in arrogance - but without care. The young man gave his heart long ago Unaware that his sweetest love, that dear love would not show. It was that final night, that the truth came into light. She did not speak, only silently sitting in delight Oh broken, crumpled, decrepit heart. There she was with another man, naked bare And so he left, not a shout nor a hateful stare. But what he felt was the sharp tip of love's knife, And slowly he bled until love took his life.