© 1990 by Lynnette E. Fitch
You broke my heart;
'Tis true, so true.
You made me sad,
You made me blue.
You pledged me vows
You did not keep;
You made me cry,
You made me weep.
You put me through
The fires of hell;
But on these things
I shall not dwell.
Instead, I'll smile
With secret pleasure,
As I remember,
At my leisure,
All the things
So good and kind,
All the firsts which
Once did bind,
All so sweet when
Love was new,
All so right when
Love was true.
Even though
It's over now -
I don't know why,
I don't know how -
Yes, even though
The end did come
(When once we thought
There would be none),
Though as lovers
We reached an end,
In my heart,
I'm still your friend.
-lef, February, 1990