Lovelorn

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