Symphony Of Sorrow

Hope You Come By Those

I know you weep,
There is a hole in me.
No physicians,
No doctors,
Could ever heal me.

I don't have long,
Let me speak.

I know you cheated,
But it's okay.
I was selfish,
And arrogant,
And unfaithful long before you came.

But now I know,
It wasn't right.
To say I loved you and no one else,
When I had a wife.

I don't know what to say,
But I love you and now I'm in pain,
And I can't see you on the last of my days.

I should have waited,
For you to come.
I shouldn't have got married,
On my fathers lawn.

I was forced,
A fact I never told you.
It was for business,
Purely coincidental.

Now I have a hole in me,
Not just one but three.
One in the body,
One in the soul,
One in the heart,
That you stole.

I curse your laugh,
And your stupid jokes,
And your beautiful smile,
That I lived for.

I wish you would forgive me,
What else could I do?
I loved you,
But if you knew,
You would have left me before I tell you, 'I didn't mean to.'

My wife loves me not,
But several others in great contrast,
She isn't even ashamed to say,
“I'm going to Mark's place.”
And does not bother to look away.

In a loveless bond I found you,
Sweet and strong,
My cherry blossom.

I have wronged you,
That I know.
I wish one day on my grave,
You'll visit me,
And tell me I have atoned.

I wish I didn't have to go,
To tell you it is you I loved and nothing more,
But you do not wish to see me.
And that suits me strongly.
So I leave my last words on this little note;
‘I am sorry, My sweet Anastasia, I love no one more.’
I hope you come by those.