Myself, in sorrow…awash with tears,
E'er in anguish…over countless years,
Tormented by a love…but gone awry.
A heart torn asunder,
A soul…in torment,
Unable to…so comprehend,
The reasons…how or why-
Yet, each day doth bring the same,
And yet there's no one to explain,
Though 'tis quite oft…I ask…they try.
For am I e'er to thus believe,
That 'twas fate…'twas destiny,
And all my sorrow…and my tears,
Were only real…to me?