Someone Gave Me a Tie (Mixed Rhyme)

I talked to you about poetry And you see the hidden mystery, Behind the pangs of solitary; Me, silently longing to be free, From the burden of life’s misery. Oh yes, I consumed much of my days, begging Unto our God, to bless me, with someone That’ll help mend my broken spirits, from falling; I even spelled my three wishes, upon A star; and you know what? I found Peace in a prodigal son; It’s fate that I met this man, When he suddenly came to town? But my rebellious soul, once again, bursting In a paroxysm of rage: it’s not fair! Thou, I know the reason why he’s departing; Yet, my selfishness is commanding the air, For what shall I do, without him? Who’ll lead me when the light is dim? Should I spend my remaining Days, wishing upon a star? Or, Should I dwell sinning, like before? Ahh! The time is running… So fast, like tears of loneliness rolling down My cheeks, filled with nostalgic sound; In my soliloquy I gasp, like a clown. You speak well about the Seal; Not sure, if you feel what I feel; But, I did ask our God, to show Us, not tomorrow, but right now His love and mercy, for the man, Who was, once, a prodigal son --- He, who gave me his black-red tie, Your cord of love, not of good-bye!