WOMAN: A Broken Valentine
by Rene Ezpeleta Bartolo
(Davao City, Philippines)
When one has loved, and loved so much, Goodbye is a silly song; But sillier still is your strangers touch When I have loved so long.
When love is like a wounded bird Afraid that it can fly, Then love is just a spoken word Indifferent, like a lie.
Love is not a habit, Woman, Nor some solitaire for two; When you make me feel less human I know I have lost you.
No more the deep and dusky look, The whirlpool in your eyes; A glassy stare was all it took To turn my blood to ice.
No more the nibbling at the ear, No more the whispered sighs; The childish games, the vibrant tear - Theyre empty when love dies.
No more the tender fluttering touch, The passion in the rain; Calling back whats lost is such A terrible, terrible pain.
Yes, love was strong to set things right Over apathy and blame; And then, you called out deep one night Somebody elses name.
Colder than contempt youve left unsaid, Or your look that doesnt see, Cold are the ashes of love thats dead: Woman, you have lost me.
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