Forget me

I came to you

With a heart of gold.

It mattered little 

For you in the fold.

I gave you my heart,

You gave back a smile.

My heart bounced up

To your prolific style.

I waited and waited

And waited along,

For a glimpse of your smile

To ink a merry beautiful song.

You never came up

To own my love,

But I never gave up

My hope for the proverbial dove.

My heart sank

When I saw you entwined 

With your beau so rich

That might get the moon enshrined.

Forget me my love,

My heart is in shambles.

I never had thought

Love was, but a pot of gambles.