First

With the most romantic scene to behold,
And I looked good back then I’m told.
By some serious judgment lapse,
Or by mistake, you liked me, perhaps.
I couldn’t name it on the day,
But I knew not before had I felt that way.
My happiest moments were spent at your side,
And in you my heart I did confide.
It had to have been you to end what we shared,
For surely never would I have dared.
It must be true, you would not have either,
If you had felt for me anything similar.
But you did it without warning or explanation,
Causing me unexpected pain and frustration.
And now, to you, I can never confess my love,
From me, you will never hear thereof.
With no happiness in my life for me to see,
I fell to the ground and knew not what to be.
Having nothing worth living for was my condition,
Finding that what’s worth dieing for would become my mission.