You're gone, once
afraid for myself 'tis
finally the end.
'N the day I attempt to begin anew,
'tis the day my heart's aching for you.
Sure, he's lovely-
more than what mine eye will ever see,
for, too I, in loving another man,
can't see what thy fortuned beloved can.
He's handsome, nice, and all of the above,
but someone I could never love.
He's great and what most believe is best,
yet, to me, he's as plain as all the rest.
Oh, boy, this conflict once was beastly,
until earlier this day a thought lingered in me.
From as of now, until a further date:
What happens happens, and my life will follow fate.