Now, I therefore yearn from thy sweet caresses.
As you always aim for a bounty success,
I have left with an unresolved equation of torture;
My agony could not spare me from that sum of your nature.

You left, you ran, because of thy stubborn will;
You broke, you escaped, because I wasn't the highest bill.
What I am left with are multiple delusions!
Dare to speak that I'm just a trial and error to cause us division.

To must choose to depart is perhaps thy solution
To answer what is correct from all the best choices.
However, if you landed to any particular inequation,
I am pleased to advise to not answer back my spaces.