The Martyr

Poem By Nick Joaquin

Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry
After all, at some point in your life
That love was the most important thing to you,
That love might be the one that you hoped would last forever,
That love made you believe that destiny does exist,
And that love made you question,
Why you were afraid to fall in love in the first place.

At that time in your life,
Everything just seemed so perfect,
Everything seemed so beautiful,
Everything seemed to glow for you,
And you were my everything.

I wouldn't even think twice about sacrificing my own happiness for yours,
I was even willing to bare up this walled but crumpled heart of mine,
Just so I could be with you.
All I ever did was care for you.
All I ever did was to make you happy.
And all I ever did was love you.

Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry
But I needed to ask forgiveness from the one who was hurt the most…
Myself.

Comments about The Martyr

A well crafted lovely poem, Nick...10++++
What is the mood of the story
What is the theme of this poem
forgiving oneself, letting go! will set you free. But love won't lose but will change.
what kind of persona does the author and for whom the poem being addressee?


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