A Letter To My Beloved

The course of true love never did run smooth,

To wade through Styx proved painless, unlike you;

To Despair’s embrace I go, I’ll write soon.

In you I felt was the Fountain of Youth,

But soon I realized the water’s foul hue;

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Drawn to the Elysium in your tune,

The waters were too wretched, full of gloom;

To Despair’s embrace I go, I’ll write soon.

Poets and seers speak of tears and hard truth,

The Thief’s Downfall revealed evil that grew;

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Thinking of the Lethe is cause to swoon,

I long to bathe in it’s forgetful slew;

To Despair’s embrace I go, I’ll write soon.

Lack of love in your eyes is enough proof,

You’re heartless, cruel, in everything you do.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

To Despair’s embrace I go, I’ll write soon.