An Angels Tears
A barren mistress I will be,
All alone to sit and weep,
My sole to ashes and heart to dust,
I will live on I know I must.
All I wanted was a happy life,
I never knew it would be this price!
No more illusions of lifelong bliss.
How could my love have come to this?
I love this man with all I am,
And yet he sees me as a sham,
I don’t know what I am meant to do,
To prove to him my love is true.
I hope one day he will see,
Just how much he means to me,
I never want to see this end,
But on his words does this depend.
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