Ophelia -- A Sonnt

My rosemary, you have gone. Long, far away. It's time for my heart to take leave of yours. I gave you my completeness and my all, But my poor heart’s death, took all love with it My mind is now so insanely displaced. This castle is running rancid. I must be cruel only to be kind, This bad begins and worse remains behind. Love is much; I must leave as the hate comes. I’m drowning – it’s in your destruction. You drive me to this sin, me on my knees. The truth, I know, that you won’t dare tell me. Rue. I suffer for you and forgiveness. But this daisy has died; violets withered.