Hopeless Romantic

Hopeless Romantic.

An attractive piece of paper,

Slipped under my door.

An anonymous letter,

Written in a way to allure.

A gorgeous piece of jewelry,

Placed strategically beside my bed.

It glimmers with pride,

As I rest my decorative head.

A breath-taking dress,

Lay vacant on my floor.

The third present I’d seen,

The third I didn't ignore.  

On the fourth morning I awoke,

My arms strapped to a chair.

There stood a previous lover,

Refusing my last prayer.

Reviews

[Tishawn Marie]

I enjoyed reading your poem. It went perfect with the title:)

[Edward Lancheister]

contradiction between words make the interesting subject