black Monday

August 25th, 2008

Shrouded neath a veil of tears,
My tortured heart beats feebly,
Remembering the blushing hope I once knew.
Oh my heart, be strong!
For ne’er did he e’en know of thy love.
Ah yes, that were the pain of pains
That had he known, we two might be one,
Living a life of love and laughter. And love -
A Westwood wonderland.
But alas, a supposed betrothed,
An alleged fiancée
Hath rent us in twain!