Though I have long studied and admired the ancient tragedies,
I had no interest in becoming a part of their play.
In loving you I have taken part in this corrupted scene for which there is no easy remedy,
I have become the passionate lover by night,
the fate  forsaking victim  by day.
No longer am I myself,
She does not exist here anymore.
I take the appearance of someone else; though in it,
I fear my soul shall not soar.
I am Psyche beguiled by Cupid,
Persephone lured away and held captive with Hades.
I am Juliet taken with the forbidden Romeo; pathetically whimsical and stupid,
I am Cleopatra  besought-ed with Mark Antony in my Nile of water lilies.
Tragedy is never becoming not for a Queen nor Goddess nor even a commoner.
The only difference between the stories and myself is that it would seem you find this to be amusing,
not seeing you also play a part in this ill fated blunder.