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I sing this sad love song


Days when life is all consuming.
More so, when you dispair.
Painful memories stirred up.
A replay of what wasn’t love.

I sing this sad love song.
A broken heart from years ago.
I am not the first of lost love.
And not the last to lose love.

You swept me off my feet.
First love. I was smitten.
Too young and foolish.
The world looked brighter.

My heart, a young bud.
Its petals opening to love.
My love bloomed bright.
There were stars in my eyes.

You danced with me.
In your arms, held closely.
To the music of the Waltz.
I was terrified of my feelings.

You awakened in me, needs.
Teaching me. Showing me.
Then you grew tired of me.
And you were careless with me.

Love became tainted. Why?
No lovers quarrel, deadness.
Hearts no longer beat as one.
Yours had already left mine.

I saw your eyes find hers.
Passion fixed for her then.
Once, yours lighted up for me.
I mistook your passion for love.

Then the hurt came piercing.
I was left out in the cold.
Crushed and discarded forever.
This was not love, yet I hurt.

By C.E. Pereira