The Pitiful Paradox

Love struck me,
Then left.
And with it left my rationality.

For Love's heart only stopped for me once,
An occurrence so long ago.
That their heart beats for someone else,
While I struggle to stay alone.

Or maybe I let Love go,
They were after all,
Stacking higher than the snow-

Racks of success,
The last thing I wanted to do was bless,
Them with a flirty distress.

So, Love's heart beated a rhythm for me,
Yet I got too fed up with integrity.
And never let love see,
My emotional mutuality.

Even though I can imagine Love,
In my life,
Like a flying dove,
Causing no strife.

In the end it comes with pain,
That I proclaim,
Love has only left me in disdain