Sad May

It's 7 in the evening

as I recall you leaving,

I start to think of this month, May

when at first I seemed so happy and gay.

Oh I'm saddened to see this

what happened to me it's

a story of love that failed.

I thought you were a lover,

not a careless mean rover,

wish you told me a great deal of lie,

but instead you chose to leave me  

with no goodbye.

Oh girl I'll forgive you

because now I truly know you.

Now I seem to have no hope,

don't even dare to think of me,

you the executioner with no rope!

Now I see the point I was missing

I've become a blacksmith

whose hammering his heart out,

I'll keep the doors to my heart closed,

there is no love for me to cry about.

May I finish this letter

in a way to farewell better,

Take care of your beauty

stop being so naughty,

a man who once loved you,

Nima A.