Prelude To Your Love Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

The heart is missing from her chest.
The heart fell for the man she most adored,
ages ago.

But the man was evil, the man misshaped love,
and made love, something else,
hard to the touch.

Love left her, and then she left me too.

And I left love as well,
as it was a burden to love,
without love,
to hold a woman, that doesn't want to be hold,
to kiss the lips, that are avoiding the touch.

And I write furiously, healing myself
preparing for the next 'she',
for the next kneeling tragedy.