Demented and merciless
it seems, is love and life
for nary, a care does it have
One heart is left drowning
in a flood pool of tears
intricate, is the soul
for it is unseemingly lost
His truest adoration has left
the fool lays in shambles
What once, gave he, life
is smitten with another
So, in feebleness he mourns
eyes reddened from sorrow
trying not to ponder, once
On what now, is amiss
"au revoir, mon amour", he weeps
the courtyard unsliced by his agony
He throws down the dozen merlot roses
and wipes his eyes and walks away
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