Oh for the merriment of woes
I do not know if I should love
Or let love leave me alone

For I think I am in love with a man
Who is married
But was I a fool to be played until
I found it out on a couriers letter

How my heart grieves time
While it snails forth with uncertainties
What will the future hold

Should I stay or should I go
My heart breaks at great lengths But do not judge
Many leagues, namely months, have passed without you knowing the full story

As of now my heart is in pain So I ask it plain
Is it better to have loved?
Or never have loved?
Is it easier? No? To be alone...

Now only time tends to the future to  
               Break or Mend a heart
For what is Life without the tragedy of  
                             Love
                              and
            the distressing of the Heart