Twisted Irony

Yearning burns Like severed ties, Across the tides of time Where our love still resides. Twisted irony The fates are crule To steal us away from the others embrace. To join us again without loves grace. The unrequited is gut-wrenching agony. Why do we suffer? Mutual feelings are redirected. My pain for her, is hers for another All the same, unreflected. Twisted irony The fates are cruel. My muse My bemusement. I regret nothing Save for what is beyond our control. Who am I, a mere man to question fate? I must bury this now. Am I so bold? For my own survival my heart must grow cold. If only for a little while. Her smile still warms my soul. Twisted irony. ~ 2021