I gave you love.
More than anyone I ever loved.

And you misused it and abused it.
And, now willingly admit it.
While requesting one more chance.

You must think I have fool written on my forehead.

Others, say take one more chance.
You might have realized I gave you true romance.

But I remember the hurt more than anything.
Friends, don't ever want to address that type of pain.

Wisdom comes in various ways.
And mine is operating totally on going forth without you.
Just remember, you made your choice.