One love drowned,
One love crowned
With dutifulness.
I etched a number into my wrists
With a blade, for blood to kiss,
As that blood reveals love so noticed.
Love lifted away
From this sorry doomsday.
Love was told to stay,
Placed in my heart.
It leaped away
To the better parts of yesterday.
And I am forced to move
From the lake where it drowned.
“One Love Noticed, One Love Drowned” – Poem
Modern Romanticism 