Love is dead.

Phillip Morina

Everyone watched the Superbowl. If you have any questions read the first poem "Fight for love" and that should explain this.

I used to believe that love could conquer all.
But that went away once I saw the Cardinals fall

The Cardinals looked like they were in good shape right before half time.
But Harrison’s interception put the Steelers up by a dime.

 When the Cardinals were down by 13 people’s dreams hit the floor.
I told them not to worry, that love was worth fighting for.

Once they made their comeback like I said they would do.
I sent them a text telling them that “I told you!”

After they scored the safety it was the Cardinals time to thrive.
And Kurt Warner delivered what I thought was the game winning drive.

But shortly after I felt broken and battered.
When in just two minutes my hopes were shattered.

Then what happened next was worse than listening to a baby’s screams.
I felt utterly defeated, they had destroyed my dreams.

Love is dead, it died in the air.

Destroyer of love!!!

With 35 seconds remaining and a catch ruled fair.

I thought there was still hope, but the refs wouldn’t let the game go on.
The paramedics had already called it, “Love is going, going… Gone.”