Your voice, as deep and soothing as the waters' whisper,
Your shadow, hovers lovingly over all that is before you,
But your choice has hasten my heartbreak, as cold as winter,
For I could never have been the kind you considered worthwhile.
But you never knew the colour of the river that flowed in me,
But you don't have to, because I know that it matches yours not,
I should have seen it coming; I knew we weren't meant to be,
The the blame is on me for all this while, I doth not.
So my hope I give up,
My hope I surrender,
So that the spring in me shall pour forth new desire,
And that new hope I shall preserve,
Till proven worthless; Again.
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