The Death of My Love

Thou hath left me in the world, alone
Thou left me with naught, my fate unknown
Thou hath left me, thy promise undone
Thy promise of eternal love for me hath not come.

Though not found was thy love for me
My soul found sweet solace in thee.
My soul, so entangled with thy heart
That, in thy death, was torn apart

Pray, God have pity on thy soul
And help me survive such a heavy toll.

No Valentine
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Daylight brings the day of love, the day of caring notes.
Only for you is it the opposite: a day of crashing hopes.
New chances could present themselves, that much I'll admit is true,
This you say every Valentine's Day as your red roses turn to blue.

You step outside with a smile on your face, in some attempt to fit in.
Outside between giddy couples you think, smiling should be a sin.
Underneath the smile, every once and a while, a frown slips through your grin.

Hearts and chocolates are your solace today, all given by your friends.
Attempting to be happy, you make jokes, sappy, about bad romance trends.
Then the green monster envy, rises inside, as each one receives a rose.
Even the comforts of friends have come to an end, as their betrayal grows.

Victims of the couples' day, we singles stand alone.
Always there, but no lover cares to listen to us drone.
Love is always to be desired, unless it breaks your heart.
Even a little love is better than none; even if it falls apart.
Nobody wants to be left out, but that's what we get, it seems.
The fantasy of love's reality exists in only books and dreams.
In this day of love particularly, the missing love takes hold.
No person is spared from the love, unshared, from the resulting empty cold.
Even chocolate and flowers do nothing to ease the longing pain.
Sweethearts hugging, couples loving, only serve to sharpen the shame.

Daylight fades, and, once again, you're free to be single once more.
Another year to find a date, another year to find a love to adore.
Yes, we're single, but we can still mingle- Valentine's doesn't have to be a bore.