a valentine cry

he wrote a poem,
of sad days and gloomy nights,
of pain and tears that forever flow,
and to this poem the wind read,
the sun burnt and the skies cried,
a pale heart he had ,
swollen eyes,
and torn lips,

and while the world in stars dined,
and castles wined,
he had a shade under the marriage tree,
with rings engraved her name and his,
all that could tell of a torn man,
a dead soul,
and a broken spirit,

and to his pen that a message sent,
he wrote,
she left me on valentine's eve,
and to you valentine i write,
cupid arrows shall never me find,
and never Venus upon my skies light,

and with such he closed his eyes,
and listened to the air around and falling leaves,
that fell on a valentine night...

(skillz)