My dearest sorrow,
It besets my heart, that we shall never intertwine
In the grand design of this melancholic tapestry.
That I shall be here, And you there
That I shall only see you in passing and ne’er more
That I shall hold the thought of you, closer to my heart than you could e’er be
I love you with all of my being
Being all I have is being.
I have been raught with turmoil,
For you know naught what toll my love extracts.
Turn your love elsewhere, anywhere I am not
Redirect your passion towards your life, my love
On the day we finally meet,
I shall mourn the loss of my love