What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

My heart has had only one love to taste, yet I have suffered the loss of it twice. My Romeo, impatient, left with haste after calling me the 'love of his life'. Cloud of naivety led me astray: stubborn in stance, which I’ll always regret, ‘twas timidity that pushed him away. I’ve changed too late - my one true love lays dead. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, circumstance would’ve changed, if I’d spoke true. The culprit, my weak mettle, I confess - Oh! Romeo know, I’ll always love you. From now; till death brings us back together, I’ll not love again: my heart’s been severed. Rosaline.