Wasted Love of Mine

I watched as down the aisle you glide
I look and I remember how I lied,
	When you said, "I wonder: Who is it you truly love?"
	And I said, "I've not been yet blessed by heaven above
		To find that princess my heart beats endlessly; furiously for,
		To spot upon whose sight my heart to the skies above soars."

And gently, I wipe a single tear from my eye,
Recalling back when I gazed at the night sky,
	Back when I waited for ages upon a shooting star
	And I wished, "Though that time may still be far,
		I wish, someday, she would learn to truly love me,
		And finally, lovers is what we would always be."
	
I look to heaven, to the skies blue
And wonder why, in love, I lost you,
	And what will happen—where will it go?
	What will be done? I, by no means, know.
		I sigh once agai, and I hear my aching heart whine,
		"Oh, what will happen to this wasted love of mine?"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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