As I set off to experience the unknown <br />Optimistic about my chances, in spite of being alone <br />Melancholy and sadness take me back to my past <br />And remind me of events that still leave me aghast <br /> <br />For I committed a crime worse than treason <br />I murdered someone's unconditional love without reason <br />She had done no wrong, my fallen morale she would rouse <br />But circumstances portrayed me to be, in love, a louse <br /> <br />I think of those pleasant autumn evenings <br />When two lovers would talk about the usual beautiful things <br />I think again and again of those cold, wintry days <br />When, hand in hand, we'd walk into the foggy haze <br /> <br />The elders detested it, they always saw red <br />They tried to put age-old wisdom into my head <br />That this was all but a passing fancy <br />That there'd be many other beauties for me to see <br /> <br />My heart is still rent with the ignominy of the decision <br />That destroyed our brittle Paradise with precision <br />This lone lost soul still cries out for her silently <br />And prays for her to return to life's affairs happily<br /><br />RONY PATRA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heartbreak-28/
