Lost love is like a prize fight,
you counter the blows, ducked and dived,
you give it all you got and use your might,
between the rounds someone has lied,

You know this bout is your last chance,
dancing around the ring trying to find the opening,
your heart beats fast trying to re-kindle the romance,
breathing heavy and your mind hoping,

On the ropes dodging glancing blows,
whispered words shouted in your ears,
they have declared that your a loser, everyone knows,
hit below the belt and crazy with tears,

The final bell and your last shout,
you try to hold on clinching your ex-lover,
seconds tick down and on points you lose the bout,
your eyes are swelled, your body broke and finally know its all over,

You sit in your corner legs bent,
you gave it all, you gave your best,
no more love, even when marriage was given consent,
time to draw breath, you have no more fight, withdraw from all, give it a rest.