Heartbreak

2/14/97

     I love you, she said
     but only as a friend
     I have been mislead
     My broken heart who will mend?

     Her words of betrayal
     pierced through my heart
     like a razor sharp arrow
     or a poison dart.

     Pain is what I feel
     when I think about her
     This wound that won't heal
     can never love another.

     A foolish mortal 
     I don't want to be
     so open this portal
     and set me free.

     This heartache I can't endure
     so take me out of my misery
     although I still love her
     just friends, we can never be.

     Here's a toast to Love
     a weapon so lethal and fine
     I'll be free as a dove
     with one last sip of this poison wine. 

                              Copyright © 1997 R.H. Young