A day where love is celebrated,
A love for a woman to be rejoiced,
But abruptly her intent killed
My love was too plebeian, she implied
Her excuse? An old love for someone who was never right
A curse, more wicked than the first serpent itself
Afflicted until the end of time
Nearly sent me down to the bowels of hell

aw.. welcome back to the ground :3
stop crying and lurk for next, yet better wimmin :3

Nice poem...
It's not that easy, but I hope you can find someone else who appreciates you a lot more than she did.

This should have been in the literature section...nonetheless, good poem.

Important rule about poetry: Don't write selfishly, or your poem will be crap. Also, it never hurts to be vague. That's how most "good" poems are written, anyway :P

Cool poetry, bro