Alone at Night

This poem is a rondel about relationships.

Because your lover made a break,
You moan and weep and want to die;
But you’ll get better, by and by—
A lover new will soothe your ache.

Your lover new was just a rake,
And so you left him on the sly;
You left your lover, made a break;
You moan and weep and want to die.

Alone at night, you lie awake;
Real love is what you crucify,
Unless your love comes from on high;
You must love all and none forsake,
Although your lover makes a break.

(written January 2020)

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