My love hath been a foe,
a foe that hath rent me asunder,
for when I thought that love was mine,
it flew away like a thunder.
My heart, it aches with all its might,
for that which I can no longer see,
and I know that I may never have,
what once was meant to be.
My love has left me in such a state,
where I am empty and bereft,
for I have lost the one I love,
and my grief can never be left.
My heart is in such a sorrowful state,
that I fear I shall never recover,
for I have been left in the wreckage,
the wreckage of a lost lover.
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