Poetry: Ah, Love!

I'm not sure if the meaning in this poem is clear, but here's another one I wrote 8 years ago.
Looking back at it now, I feel like such a nutcase, haha.
Ah, Love!

Your words stabbed my heart,
My loving, tender heart.
Piercing through every feelings they tore
Those sentiments I once bore ...

This wound, O Lord, disperse it please.
These heartbeats, O Lord, frankly cease.
If any purpose left in life anymore,
Do all but to cause this heart sore ...

However, holding hopes for the days to come,
"It's not end of the world," I hum.
Yet it's hard to crush the memories ...
...To forget my love and become like bees ...

~ 31st March 2001

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