Too Much Love

He loves her he says
And he says it often
To elicit a reciprocation
In case her feelings soften

And he does love her
Too much though
Than is really healthy
Soon she will know

For stronger than his love
Growing in intensity
Smoulder the embers
Of his bitter jealousy

She loves him in return
And feels his love
But has not yet felt
The iron fist in the velvet glove

An Obsessive Love

A poem pregnant with menace, in which an obsessive love is seen to be the precursor of an unhappy and violent relationship.


Sad Love Poetry


Sad Love Poems

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