When The Loneliness Starts

Loneliness starts, I think of her, Yes, her, just her alone And inner heartaches then occur, Because she'll never phone... Her emails frequent, then so rare, Then no word came at all... That was so hard for me to bear, Morale began to fall... One day, I woke and realised, My love for her had died And no more was she highly prized, My heart was crucified... That's no mere rhyme upon the page, That's meant for poetry, For that was when I'd reached the stage Of death on Calvary... When true love dies and pines no more, The numbed heart feels no loss, You see, at last, it knows the score, Once having known the Cross... And now my resurrection nears, New life and love to share... And that means past love disappears With my heart's final prayer... Be gone, old love, that thrilled me so, Be gone, the lesson's learnt! Eternal flame of love, please go... My very soul was burnt! Perhaps one day I'll smile again, New love could catch me out... Just like it's caught out other men Who see some cute girl pout... Love's old time-tested tricks deployed, Flirtatious every one, Beguiling so we're overjoyed, Kiss-kiss, let's have some fun... I'd rather live my life alone, Than risk my heart and soul... I'd rather live this life I've known, At peace, with self-control... Find someone else! Some innocent, Some lonely heart that pines, The sort who thinks love's Heaven sent, Meant for Saint Valentines... The sort who strives like I once strove To prove my love was real... Love, keep your precious treasure trove, I need my heart to heal... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.