Venus Lamenting the Death of Adonis by Benjamin West, 1768

My heart true;

My intentions innocent

My soul burning,

Yours too

My eyes rapt

My desires bound

My heart lost

Yours intact

My Dreams

My Life

My Way

Yours: Mine.

Why do I still think of you?

You who shunned me

You who humiliated me

A day does not go by without

some fleeting whisper of a memory;

A week does not go by without mourning;

A year without regret

I miss you; you who I never knew.