The heart is broken,
Into pieces,
By him who loves me not.
" With love --
From me to you",
But never from him to me.
The eyes are tearing,
Shedding pearls,
An irony! For these do not worth,
Not to him anyway, 
This is just a game he is playing on me.
Memories for me to keep
And a fantasize ring
That once,
Once upon a time, binds me to him.
Maybe the time will come,
When someone enters with tender loving care,
Only then,
The heart heals.
Maybe; maybe never....


Dedicated to: Phillip Henry Christley.... ilu