Vanity of My Love

2/28/2021

Oh, my dearest love. I envy you for your unyielding heart. For while you find yourself unturned by love’s vanity, I find myself caught twixt a strong mind and a tender heart. For my will and power are as immovable as the mountains, Yet the tiniest prick to my heart bleeds me dry. I am left an empty vessel and you do not understand the depths of my pain. If only my eyes had not been cast upon you by fate’s merciless hands. Your unfeeling gaze has left me pitilessly miserable in my desire To draw out a nonexistent tenderness within you. Oh, my dearest love, you have dragged out my heart only to watch it die! Why have you forsaken the love I have poured out upon you? Why do you plague the remaining pieces of my heart? Is this a game to you, to see if you can shift the very foundations of Gibraltar? My love, it is becoming so hard to cherish your heart of stone. There is no warmth for me there, But my will is strong and it would delve its way into the depths of the earth if I knew I would find your love there. Such a hopeless thing, my love... Is it not? Oh, my love... I wish you could understand.