Heart's Martyr

I’m jealous, I envy you, my dear friend, You yet still have the gut to fall in love. Where as I back out, grieve and then offend The crowd morals with my behavior’s shove. You’re still the man I fell in love with last. You’re often on my mind. I love you still. I wish I had the chance to build a nest. But, sorry, it’s not written in your will. I learned to live with the funny fact that We both love yet we are not meant together. We still communicate, we speak of wet Leaves of autumn trees or snowy weather. Drink the bucket of suffering and sorrow, Time and time again you’re with a broken heart! Hum love songs, clime Kilimanjaro! Confess to self. Come back to life in part. Indeed there’s a life without a partner. It can be a very satisfying one! I feel you, as I am my heart’s martyr. Explore that option. Once it should be done.