This Is Not a Love Poem

This is not a love poem. Don’t take this as a love poem. I do not care to relive moments. Like when i saw you for the first time. And the songs of angels rang in my heart. I will never write a love poem for you again. Like when we sheltered from the spring rain Below a maple tree in olive greens And the colour of its leaves Were the exact colour of your eyes. I am finished with silly love poems And will never mention again How i stop when i hear a laugh exactly like yours. Or see a woman from behind And her hair is burnished gold Just like yours. I am now quiet over you. I hardly ever think of you anymore. Except perhaps in springtime But then i should never think of springtime For that would surely break my heart in two.