I Woke This Morning Poem by Fiona Pimentel

I woke this morning to a broken heart;
What I saw with pure joy, was apparently art.
So, of love, you will hear from me no more,
I’ll only long now for the convent door.

I woke this morning with a broken heart;
In your attempts to please, were you playing a part?
If so, my love, you’ll hear from me no more,
I’ll only have eyes for the convent door.

I woke this morning under a broken heart;
And now from this life I wish to depart.
If of my love you would hear no more,
I’ll be heading straight for the convent door.