The Cruelest of Loves

My Heart being full so like the weight of the Moon,

Borne by years of longing and pain,

And Love that did yearn for her hand in vain,

What torment of man were ever in bloom?

And what fine Soul were ever brought forth to this World by Mother Womb?

She’s in every minute born I see,

And fused to my Blood eternally,

How could one bright light bring days of galling gloom?

And  what hope have I to see Hades fall soon? 

So I call on the Fates and Heaven above,

The Cruelest of Loves, is the unanswered Love.

And my Heart being full , so like the weight of the Moon.