Lost Love Poem by Nedra Pepin

A boy and girl, are no more.
Their hearts are sore.
The fights that they chose, the way they stepped on each others toes.
She cried.
He sighed.
They were meant to be.
Can't anyone see?
They were happy once. The sunset walks, the sweet little talks.
No more do they share those walks and talks.
Only memories to keep them company, as they wonder the streets of heart-ache.
For goodness sake!
Why was it their love they had to take?
There is no reason, fate does what it does.
Everything is gone. All that ever was.
It happens to everyone. But it is so unfair.
The game of love is unpredictable, for it has no rules.
And to think that we were such Petty fools.
Every good thing must come to an end.
I'm sad that this thing had to end. For it is a horrible feeling to have lost something dear, so near.