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Dear Jo
I thought we had agreed our futures,
but then disillusion came along.
I was lost in a mist of confusion
because our plans were going wrong.
We argued and wouldn’t listen to reason,
and never spoke for several days.
Then I saw your father talking with friends
and I overheard him say.
That there was a new man in your life
with whom you spend night and day.
This guy had swept you off your feet
and you had eloped just yesterday.
I was in a state of turmoil and anger,
and I hurt so much inside.
I sent you a card of congratulations,
but hid the pain behind my pride.
I took the first ferryboat to Santander,
I couldn’t bear to see your face.
It was a long lonely walk to Torrevieja,
just a town, in a different place.
But still I couldn’t get away from you,
you were right there in my mind.
I racked my brain searching for answers,
was I really that naive and blind?
For three years I worked in a restaurant,
and met many people from back home.
I then discovered that you hadn’t eloped,
there was no lover, and you were alone.
Apparently your father knew I was listening
and decided to spin a joker’s web.
He knew you were working away from home,
so nothing could be asked or said.
The situation was perfect for his wind up
his words I couldn’t disprove.
I was caught on the end of his twisted hook
feeling sick, heartbroken, confused.
I’m sure he never intended any harm,
but he did cause me pain.
I hope that you can forgive me and your dad,
and that we can be together again.
Unfortunately I don’t know your feelings
and if you still care for me.
Tomorrow I’ll be flying home to ask
if you and I were meant to be.
poem
by
Orlando Belo
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