"Rathe-ripe Lemons" by Azhuril Orsic
I am alone, utterly unequivocally
She doth not believe my words
Within mine heart, the hearth
Hath all but died, yet burns
I know not wherefore she doth this,
I knew not how deep she hurts
I know now, and nothing is worse
I sure wish I were able to assert
No where ever shall I love again
If e'en I did, would just be pretend
What would be the purpose?
It's worthless, lest her in the end
I hate myself for loving her,
Even worse so for trusting her
She sold her soul for a room,
I sure hope she's happy, sure
I would rather die
Then watch her be a caged bird
She will not understand me,
Because she never learns
Marriage? Out of the question
She's a liar who cannot affirm
I want to trust her worthy
And wish that she were
But unfortunately,
I cannot, in truth, trust her words
Broken promise after promise,
Wherefore hath this occured?
I no longer want this,
I just want to be hers
Doth not she see this?
Can her mind not be turned?
The man who she lives with
Is more than raising concerns
If I had one miracle,
A simple wish to reverse
All of the things
Of which between us didn't work
If I am to live without her,
I would rather die about her
Emerald, my love, we fit,
I see my love, we never learned
Wish I had seen that
Ere, thou wert ever concerned
Ambiguity veileth every glimpse,
As I wait for the day she returns