I once knew a man whose heart was more true
And love more pure, joy waxing with each day.
He was but a man, imperfect he knew.
Yet flaws were strength for him to choose his way.
She looked at him, and he looked upon her.
Together better, happiness and more.
Forever joined- both said that they were sure.
Yet they said he was not whom she looked for,
She left him broken without and within.
Made him a boy ashaméd to be seen.
His mind went with his heart and both are gone.
No rest to sooth, for she yet haunts his dreams.
She claims me, and I (quiet and alone)
I have no one to truly call my own.