Love's Broken Vows
A love now matched with a dislike
When love burns bright the heart is fragile
And when my heart is given a slight spike
I shall curl up as would a small child
The warmth you used to bestow upon me
With just a single glimpse of you in my mind
Is now replaced by cold, shattered dreams
Why am I of such a sensitive kind?
I fell deeply and ambitiously for you, I confess
A sweet name for you nearly etched on my heart
And now I recall the end of good things, in my stress
Times such as these when life tears me apart
I shan’t reveal my deep sadness to even one soul
For when I grieve, not many souls comprehend
Perhaps I am fragile but you, my love, play a roll
In my joy, and now to follow you, it intends
My holy lord, do you love to upset me?
Why give me such a breakable heart?
Why reprimand me when your wise eye can see
How joyous I was from this love’s start?
Well, I now feel my emotions regressing
Snatching back my heart from him, for I cannot trust
Someone who fiddles with it, so I am suppressing
Most of my love, along with my forbidden lust
I pictured you as my soul mate, mi amor, I avow
You exceeded my prospects in love with your sweet charm
You walked beside me in streets of my future, but now
I’ve been woken up from this sweet dream by a maddening alarm
Well I knew the dreadful sun would rise soon enough
The infuriating rays of the most depressing gold
Well I have risen and am chained alone in life’s spirit cuffs
As much as tu may embrace moi right now, I will feel cold
So do not bother to comfort me, I understand
And your sympathy right now might as well be cursing words
For your sympathy is as numb as your now cold hand
I feel myself going insane and the car in my mind swerves
Ah, peace again I feel after writing these couplets
God’s empowerment surges through me through these rhymes
Well now I must stop, for my poetry, joy upsets
Perhaps love will prolong or I will belittle these times
You tell me the result, mi muchacho
My heart is most literally aching
But less than before, my emotions I let the paper know
I hope that me, you are not forsaking
