G., J. & J., our sensitive poets

It was a dark night
and I began to write
you were in my sight
what can I do?

You forgot our date
and the cuckoo clock sang eight
through the window I saw your plate
What have I done to you?

I have no word
I gave you all my love
You have flown like a bird
You haven´t been good enough!
                                                (G., J. & J)