In his love was I destined to perish,
Yet lo the burden of my devotion
Weighed lighter than his worldly cares.
For him I was fated to wither in waiting,
But alas perchance he never loved me at all.
How oft have I borne the funeral of mine own honour,
And none did come to lift the bier of my love.
For he, who slew my heart so gentle,
Left me amidst the ruins of my yearning
And this time, no soul remained
To carry love’s coffin…
Save I, who bore it myself.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC
In his love was I destined to perish,
Yet lo the burden of my devotion
Weighed lighter than his worldly cares.
For him I was fated to wither in waiting,
But alas perchance he never loved me at all.
How oft have I borne the funeral of mine own honour,
And none did come to lift the bier of my love.
For he, who slew my heart so gentle,
Left me amidst the ruins of my yearning
And this time, no soul remained
To carry love’s coffin…
Save I, who bore it myself.
I mourned a love that never mourned me back.
