And thus the love ends.
So sweet, so tender its youth.
Snuffed out, still a child.

I want to feel love,
Set my world aside for him,
But he exists not.

Melancholy me:
This is not my normal self.
But tomorrow, sun.

Haikus are succinct,
Piercing, insightful, and short;
They open my mind.

See?  My spirits rise.
Screw the fantasy of love.
Erotica reigns.