Alas, my heart doth long for one so fair
But she doth show no interest in return
And thus my constant yearning and despair
Doth leave my soul consumed in flames that burn
For love unshared is but a bitter pill
A fruitless hope that withers on the vine
A pain that doth consumes and breaks the will
And leaves the heart despairing to resign
Oh, what a cruel fate to love in vain
And feel the ache of every beat within
To yearn for love, which shall not come again
Is but a painful torment, yet, therein
So hath it been since light and life began
That love unreturned breaks the soul of man
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PoesiaA collection of poems from me. Squeezing out the last of my creativity until I have nothing left.
