Ernestine Northover - 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

Ernestine Northover

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