The Pain of Heartache
Heartache is cruel the pain so grievous
Yet, perhaps with patience, I will prevail
We talk his coolness very obvious
My tormented wishes I cannot reveal.
Adrift on a sea with waves of tension
Alone suffering unrequited love
Nothing but nothing there's no connection
Powerless before my best beloved.
Lady chapel sweet with exquisite blooms
All is auspicious this was meant to be
My beautiful sister stands with her groom
Suffering in silence this I did not see.
Healing will come with the passing of years
Time that was wasted with too many tears.
True to form in terms of structure and syllable count. No iambic Pentameter unless by accident.
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