Our love cooling down. Once warm hearts turning to ice. Global warming fail.
Who am I, I ask the mirror in front of me. There is no reply.
I confuse the moon when I think of you at night, and the sky turns blue.
When you hear birds sing I send a message of love you don’t understand.
I gave you my heart. You gave it to charity, got tax deduction.
I saw you just once, yet the kind smile in your eyes constantly replays.
First morning coffee. My book happy to see me. Balcony buddies.
Your Latin was bad. My bad was longing for you, ad infinitum.
Still trying to heal those arrow wounds from Cupid, bleeding with your name.
Staring at ceiling, pondering the life meaning. Need a love jump-start.