I strive with all myn might to still the call,
For love that once was deep, now turned to thrall.
I gave thee all, yet thou didst trample me,
And scorned mine heart, with no pity to see.
I fight to hold my wrath from thee,
That thou might feel the weight o' mine agony.
I turn mine eyes from likenesses we made,
For they bring naught but sorrow, pale and fade.
......
Dear Nessa - Now that our marriage is over
I would like you to know that, if I could put back the clock
Fifteen years to the cold March day of our wedding,
I would wed you again and, if that marriage also broke,
I would wed you yet again and, if it a third time broke,
Wed you again, and again, and again, and again, and again:
If you would have me which, of course, you would not.
For, even you - in spite of your patience and your innocence
(Strange characteristics in an age such as our own)
- Even you require to shake off the addiction of romantic love
......
Exactly 100 days before you decide to leave me,
I'm not complaining, I'm happy that you choose to set yourself free.
A new chapter without me, a new beginning in your life,
But the sharp pain in my heart cuts like a knife.
I remember the times when I'd get lost in your eyes,
And the feeling of being by your side, my heart flies.
Even from a distance, I could feel your emotions so deep,
As if they were mine too, a connection we keep.
......
If I speak the truth,
Under the cold light of the moon,
I wish I had never met you.
You painted yourself a saint—
Sweet, devoted, promising the world.
But you were a thief,
Taking everything from me,
Leaving nothing but emptiness.
......
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
......
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
......
I strive with all myn might to still the call,
For love that once was deep, now turned to thrall.
I gave thee all, yet thou didst trample me,
And scorned mine heart, with no pity to see.
I fight to hold my wrath from thee,
That thou might feel the weight o' mine agony.
I turn mine eyes from likenesses we made,
For they bring naught but sorrow, pale and fade.
......
If I speak the truth,
Under the cold light of the moon,
I wish I had never met you.
You painted yourself a saint—
Sweet, devoted, promising the world.
But you were a thief,
Taking everything from me,
Leaving nothing but emptiness.
......
Exactly 100 days before you decide to leave me,
I'm not complaining, I'm happy that you choose to set yourself free.
A new chapter without me, a new beginning in your life,
But the sharp pain in my heart cuts like a knife.
I remember the times when I'd get lost in your eyes,
And the feeling of being by your side, my heart flies.
Even from a distance, I could feel your emotions so deep,
As if they were mine too, a connection we keep.
......
I mentioned this before, you would never love me more than I love you
You would never try to learn about me like I'm something you really want, like how I do
You won't read and gaze into my eyes, just like how I do in your deep brown eyes
But, one day, you will marry another, and would look into her eyes
You would read her every emotion just from her eyes
You would remember what are her favorite food and drinks
You would do anything for her, just like how I would for you
But, this is something that I would never get from you
The day you marry another, you would invite me to your wedding
......