This would be the section wherewith which I chose to commit my poetry. You do not have to like it, let alone read it, but here it is, natheless. Enjoy...

...or don't.

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 than turn,

Emerald, my love, we fit,

                   I see, my love, we shall never learn

Dost thou believe in God? or gods? or anything at all? If not or so, prithee, wilt thou share thine experience or experiences. We would be fain to hear them. Gratias tibi!