Treasures are bestowed on all from beings
floating from heaven eyeing my sorrowful scene,
My face bears witness of past bitter tears—
In Cupid’s court lie on oath for Weakness fear’s.
Moon shine peeps through mine window
lightly kisses blessing me light from her halo;
sniffles and snuffles creep ‘neath my covers
another night of weeping from a one side lover.
Tithered and Torn is the remainder of a heart
Sliced and scorned are the memories’ mark
--poor child, poor child my name you see,
“O’child, O’child” they call to me
Pictures, poems and words all in dismay,
broken heart scattered on lonesome valentine’s day.
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