Lovesick Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Lovesick
So in love with herself
Her eyes glued to a mirror
Her image all to be admired
She could not see
The line forming behind her
Stretching far beyond
The distant horizon
Many sit in heat
Lovesick, waiting for
The cure she has not made
A remedy she will not know
Because it could never exist
Not in this life, not in
The next, nor in heaven
Not in hell, nor in limbo
Even rotting in the ground
Their bodies are stale
Filled with love for
A succubus that could not,
Would not ever care
About the damage she has caused
Nor the wars she has started
In the name of a toxic
Painful and heartbreaking love
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4/19/2024 9:53:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovesick are like Frenchies and their romanticism are a tangent to earth.They have surpassed skies into galaxies to find remedy spatial, wastes time in astronomy and mathematics but still the solution starts from and end in a zero.Lovelorn men are so.Well said here and well portrayed emotions and the hard lady who will not retreat-English snob lady for the French romantic man here.And in French of course-La belle sans demme merci-A beautiful woman without mercy.Merci! Merci! to vive la Stefanie for this one of yours.