I, the Zealot of Love, searching in vain;
the hopeless romantic learn of my pain.
She use to be my everything in life.
I would have given my own to make her my wife,
Every chance I had I'd show her the world.
Buy her diamond rings and chains of pearls.
She use to be my ride or die but now,
She claims I never lived anyhow.
I died in the last battle when she left;
Taking my heart with her, leaving me vanquished.
I, the Zealot of Love, searching in vain,
the hopeless romantic, learn of my pain.
