My happy days are gone.
Gave him my all and now he's gone.
Not angry but I am in pain.
I wished him as a companion.
Little had I known.
For him it was a mere retribution.
A retribution of his passion.
Amidst a busy swarm.
I first saw him.
Dressed so elegant and tony.
Dark and spunky.
Like an African royalty.
Tall and muscular.
Like a southern Magnolia.
Falling in love.
With him is out of this world.
Unplanned and unprecedented.
Felt happiest and luckiest.
Smiling all earnest and innocent.
Trying and impressing my knight.
Yes I despise farewells.
But I can use it this once.
May I get to know my lapse.
Disappearing like he never took place.
Make my heart bleeds.
Love must be a weakness.
For it has brought me to my knees.
Still love him even when I hate him.
I need to accept it to overcome.
Maybe I am not capable of love.
Maybe I am not worthy of love.
For that I cannot blame him.
He only made me definite.
Of what I really want.
Made me believe I was insatiable and wild.
I understand now it's only my standard.
That is a little above mode.
And he was a coward.
Not able to please me but tame me.
And I am not settling for less.
I call it self-worth and him a loser.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem