For a little while
I saw your face
In the water
Then it rippled
For a little while
I forgot
I was not supposed to dream
Of you
Now my heart bleeds
drops of red rain
into the glass of the lake
Your face vanishes
in these ripples
caused by my bloody love.
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Whilst reading this poem , it occurred to this reader , that if there were no disappointments in love , 90% of all poetry would simply not exist.
Laughs