To John Constantine

(Poem of a broken heart) I. The Night In dark night, I still rest. Somewhere from the world hidden, I feel his arms wrapped around my chest. Loving John Constantine is a fruit forbidden. II. The Morning But it feels good? Loving him more than I should. At the morning he was gone. I ask myself, “What did I do wrong?” Loving John Constantine is a fruit forbidden. III. A Loyal Lover Does he know? What he makes me feel. I’d do anything for him, I’d do it with all of my will. Loving him so deeply, blindly, still. IV. The Broken Heart Still Loves He broke my heart. My friends say, “He will face a wrath!” I said, “Leave him alone!” I said that even my heart was torn apart.