Do Broken Hearts Ever Mend? Poem by Folayemi Akande

Shall I pick my heart's broken pieces
From dusky streets of the roaming sky
Or plead benignly that time reverse?

An angel with such vernomous bow
You bowed my heart and left me to groan
Do such cruelsome things heavens permit?
If not, should your arrow scent of death?

You promised each day a breathless kiss
All I get is behold short of bliss.

My once an angel has demon turned
Or love's white veil covered her dark face
That I could not tell of her dark side
Which seems so in love's burning fire.

Shall I let her in such a taking?
Whilst endless thinking, tedious longing
Like broken hearts ever in time mend
What eternal price for poison creamed love
To darely pay and not a reward
When did such things become truely fair?
Fume of torment unto desire.

My crime in love was truely loving
Should this be crimed or honoured with crown?
Love is a plaintiff in my own court
A version of love downwardly read.

A broken heart can never be mend.