The loss of your affection
Hurt like any rejection
Magnified my imperfection
But my Love for a kindred soul
I cannot control
Letting it die, I feel like a sore
My Love Is bound by no conditions
To give, to love, is my ambition
Expecting nothing in return, my submission
Life would've been sweeter, don’t you agree?
Had there ever been wine and poetry
Drank and written under a tree