Tormented Lover
You brought out
the woman within,
You brought out
from within, the heart.
You made me fizzle.
Like a firecraker,
You made me pop.
Then you said Good-bye,
Then you went away.
I tore at my soul,
I lost my pride,
When I placed it
at the bottom of my heel,
And I begged you,
Come Back!
Don't Go Away!
You gave birth
to the fetus
of my womanhood,
But when you left,
You took with you,
My heart.
Author:
~Laverne
The radiant Summer entices lovers here
in melancholic regiments
made up of fat and flabby,
gay and mournful couples:
under the graceful palm trees,
along the moonlit beach,
there is a continual excitement
of trousers and petticoats,
the crisp sound of stockings caressed,
women's breasts shining like eyes.
Pablo Neruda
Lovers never get tired of each other,
because they are always talking
about themselves.
Francois de La Rochefoucald