Does the heart feel most melancholic
  in late autumn in consonance
  with the season's mood as fallen leaves
  strew on the soggy ground?  Remembrance
  awakens and the pangs of  past pain
are felt in love's loss-- the heart can't find a rightful sentence
while dreams and hopes perish never again
to return.  A death sentence?
Bleakness its doleful song sings
should lovers weep in silence?
they drown in suffering though they did no wrong
why then,  the self-blame and penance?
Love is either meant or not to be
destiny waves its whip of defiance
time in its impatience awaits not
and mocks in its indifference.