If he or she coldly and bitterly broke your tender heart, let them read this:

Mourning Quill

You speak of love, yet you do not know
How to love or care in the deepest of your dismal bosom;
Still I jade and wade for you to return, yet you are too slow
In your touch and feel for our passion; art thou too numb?
Or art thou too senseless, uncompassionate, or art thou incapacitated?
So let me know, where you stand in our odd gesture,
Of tales untold, nights unslept and dull nerves ever so jaded?
I am willing to forgive, yet I cannot see life lived through your cynical picture.
Will I ever miss you, will I ever regret,
Leaving you behind and letting you become undone?
You were the one that drew the dagger, with a ruthless jest.
I’ve opened many doors to let you in, yet you hoard and run.
I’ve lifted My quill from the worn pages of sorrow and let the ink dry.
I will no longer mourn you. The memory of our love shall restlessly die.

Sherif Mohamed2016

Thank you so much for your compliment; it's very encouraging. By the way, you have beautiful blue eyes :)