Discarded Love Poem by Tom Arnone

Black valentines blot the sky,
A clinging soot that breaths a sigh
Into that rarefied, misty region,
Where trust is often given freely.

Unfettered, pure, without condition,
Angels float for choice position.
Through blinding forks of probing fires,
Exposing secret, mortal desires,

Comes the never-ending parade
Of the cherub-faced depraved,
Whose hearts are daily pierced and snatched,
Labeled as refuse, obsolete or mismatched.

Desperately beating, free and detached,
Upon those lonely, unattached,
Forlorn and foreboding guests
Are Cupid's discarded, unrequited requests.

Copyright (c) 1996 Tom Arnone
(Revised 2009)