You are not my love
Yet I am your folly
The distance between us
Betrays my inadequacy

I am but love’s tenderest touch
Alone I am worthless
Though I think not as such

But to you, and alone
Many grievances upon
And barren your lands
By the rays of sun

Be you both blinded and burned
As you yearn for warmth
And your prospects wither
Along with the crops

I apologize, since I meant no harm
But alas I am a selfish one
A paradox disguised as a prize
Nothing will come of your pining eyes