I Once Told You Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I told you once, your face was nice.
You blew it off, with a face like ice.
You were a bard you see. I thought that much,
That a bard's demeanor was to be soft as such.

I told you once, that you were dear to me.
I received a welcome, no one should receive.
Well once I read so much of your work.
I could tell all the meaning in the words you see.

Now I throw out all your words to the wind.
Nobody should be treated like this I think.
A poet should be kind and sweet I thought.
But I didn't get, what I sought.