Lovers' Quarrel Poem by Ima Ryma

My lover and I had a fight,
So I checked into a hotel.
I wondered if my lover might
Try to find out where I did dwell.
I've been here now for a long week,
But nothing of my lover heard.
It's making me feel very bleak.
Then a delivery occurred.
A box of chocolates it be,
The kind I loved my lover knew.
I opened the card eagerly,
Hoping my lover had come through.

'So sorry' from my lover not.
To the wrong room the box was brought.