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.
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