Why are we so at daggers drawn, <br />With anger and with hate, <br />Why has this become a duel at dawn, <br />Why can't we now relate. <br /> <br />Why are you expressing so much scorn, <br />I sense that it's too late. <br /> <br />I'm feeling so totally forlorn, <br />Because your fury, won't abate. <br /> <br />Can't we be friends, my heart is torn, <br />Will you not negotiate, <br /> <br />I feel such pain, as if a thorn <br />Had come to penetrate. <br />the very centre of my heart, and borne <br />My hopes away. Oh, extricate <br />This agony. If only we could re-form. <br /> <br />I long for you, be again my mate. <br />And I'll no longer be lovelorn, <br />Oh, Please let's have a 'date? '. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovelorn/
