First known outside of kin,
We played together whilst the world went by.
How hard must my heart heave for yours to cave in?
To this end indeed shall I try and try.

Not knowing how to tame thunderous heartbeats
Into ink that tars truth’s triumph,
I never wrote to you, but never stopped looking at your pleats,
Still hoping on the divine intervention of an amorous nymph.

Learning later of clichéd culture,
I bought you a rose and some chocolate.
Your rancid rejection verily did my heart rupture.
Why were you such a *****? – Okay, let’s drop it.

Townbound thereafter for many more years,
You made me watch you practice your heretic harlotry.
After working your way through the worst Neanderthals of my peers,
I realised that, for loving you, it is only myself that I pity.