A lady dressed in black mourns

the death of her love,

a romance turned into a stagnate pond,

no lily-pads float

no fish swim

a diamond ring sinks into the weeds.

 

They reach out with green fingers

catch it and hold it greedily tight,

They hungrily attempt to devour

its 3-carat glare

but they soon find

you cannot feast on gifts, and die.

 

A man dressed in Rolex and tailored suit,

Sips fine wine from a crystal glass,

His eyes are fixated on the menu

in hand; no chance does the lady stand

of hearing a kind word or

feeling an affectionate caress.

 

This romance is indeed

a stagnate pond,

no lily-pads float

no fish swim

the frog prince has jumped ship

he rules in a far off lake

filled with fish and a new woman to date.

 

The lady in black mourns

the death of her love,

a crown of reeds

sits on her head,

her heart has stopped beating:

 

Love is dead.

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo from Alarmy Stock Photos.