The Lamentations Of Love Poem by Ahmad Savage

What do you know about love
To ask me thus to wipe my tears
What and what do you know
To even dear me lend you my ears

I wouldn't listen even if I could
Nor would it be worthy if I should
For you'll only ask me to forget
A woman on whom my life I'd bet

Even if to lose it then therein
I would never ever mind
For this is a feeling wherein
The brain becomes black and blind

Let me shed my salty tears
Let no one prevent me from braying loud
Like a future-less donkey with all its fears
Who is now paying ere for being proud

I need not consolation or rebuking
What I need is a newly made coffin
Wrought from wood and not of gold
Carved from the Golden weeping willow

It's the tears of a prince who's not been crown'd
The tears of a non-heartless man without a heart
Whose heart pieces have all been drown'd
By his Cocytus tears amidst death's sailing yacht.