In this seat, this faltering row,
A heart since sunk, fallen so low.
Low to new depths, of trenches so deep,
Its love, relentless, left to keep.
Unreturned, immaterial fervor,
He has no choice, but yet to love her.

Alas, but this, the unkind breath,
The coup de grace to give me rest.
A thought so ******, so lavishly said.
Proposal in lieu, enough to comprehend.
I know, I know, it's lovingly so,
All but a threat to the world that we know.

To love again, grow ripe together,
To share our lives, our lust, and splendor.
A dream I've had, an idea at best,
Supposedly so; uncertainty detest.