Fin

What right do I have now to desire love?

Why should I accept it if it were to come – now that I am beaten and kicked down to the gutter?

Do not have pitty on me now, oh love.

Where were you when I was bright and hopeful?

When I was on my knees and dutiful?

When I was self-sacrificial and faithful?

When I was valiant and championed you above all others?

Oh fickle, errant love – how you have betrayed my heart’s beliefs and destroyed my self confidence.

I am only remnants of what I could have become had you embracsd me.