My love, now lost, feels like a life lost, too.
See I seem to have no life left to live
So long as I am no longer with you.
My actions are what I ask, you forgive.
Forgive my poor melancholy diction,
And other sad traits that don’t seem like me.
They’re but a result of my affliction,
And not what I would like for you to see.
I wanted to be with you, forever.
But now that forever has come early,
I’m not ready for our ties to sever.
My dear I know, I know two things surely:
     You have forgotten me, or so it seems.
     But to live, I must have you, if only in dreams.