Last love poems: Love is not for me

By Eddy Montilla.

Picture: Eddy Montilla

Picture: Eddy Montilla

Love is not for me,

I was not born to love.

From the women I loved before,

I always remember what I got:

A strange coin with three faces:

Mockery, deception and indifference.

I always paid them with love

and that was what I got.

The only girl who truly loved me

was the girl I loved most.

“Too perfect to be true.”

That was what reality said,

and it gave me two years of pure joy, sheer delight

and my remaining time in this world to dream and sigh.

Love is not for me,

I was not born to love.

Those things are for others…

Perhaps for you, maybe for him,

for those who are practical, those who are realistic.

Love is not for me, love is not for me,

love is not… But… Why are you here?

Why are you reading these lines?

Is it because you are like me or just sympathize with me?

It’s okay, it’s all right.

It is just the way my life has been lived

or perhaps, the way life is:

Some people lose, some people win.

Love is not for me.

But, please, never feel sorry for me.

I will not cry.

I will not dye.

I will survive.

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