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.
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