Realization

The Pitiful Gazed Ways On One Unloved,
The True Heart Of Her Was Once A Blessing,
The Strings Of Such Shall Not Be Roved,
The Gleam Of Her Eyes Were So Worth Caressing.
In Such Days Of Love’s Past That Seemed Too Weak,
The One Of Such Loved Had Begun To Feel
The Anguish Of Her Blind Stare At Its Peak,
And Its True Fantasy Had Seemed Too Real.
The Pool Of Her Eyes That Drips On Accord
Hath Not Spill Into That Of Her Lover,
Unwillingly On That Which Seemed Ignored,
And Come Dashing After Such A Recover.
The Will Of Her Blind Heart Doth See Us True
Blends The Life Of That Now Called Me And You.