Love's Saddest Loss Poem by Denis Martindale

She stood there, standing at the door,
Like other ladies would,
Yet she an angel to adore,
Because she looked that good...
And while she spoke, I watched her lips,
As if now hypnotised,
She thrilled me to my fingertips,
More than I realised...

It didn't matter what she said,
I'd listen still all day,
Yet my heart felt a sense of dread,
For soon she'd walk away...
And I'd be left to pine and pine,
For days, perhaps a week,
In hopes she'd be my Valentine,
For she was quite unique...

And soon she walked and left the street,
To leave the heart that yearned,
Because no more the chance to meet
The girl who'd not returned...
She was life's highlight I recall,
The one who stole my heart,
The one I hoped to give my all,
A family to start...

The days passed by and love's sweet dream
Became a memory,
Like apple pie without the cream,
Not something meant to be...
Though I endure this loneliness,
She'll find somebody else,
Some guy to love, some guy to bless,
Some day with wedding bells...

But I'll be here each Christmas Day,
Alone without her love,
Alone because she walked away,
Thought me not good enough...
I know not how to pray for him,
The day he weds the one
That turned my heart from glad to grim
And yet, God's will be done...


Denis Martindale, copyright December 2015.