How to forget those who broke my heart,

Who used to say "we shall never part",

If I had known the price I am paying,

Would not I have evaded Cupid's plotting art?

The misery of my being keeps me reminding,

The fickle ways of those who professed their loving,

What an art it is with the deceivers,

To fool around with the heart of an innocent being!

Now what am I save a pale and fading shadow,

Of the man whose only fault was in believing,

That love and friendship are two of life's treasures,

And to live on with the misery of my being!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on December 21, 2004.

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