A Soliloquy Of My Love Despairs Poem by Otega A

Maker of love,
May the prayers I offered thee be nulled.
For I am sorely wronged
By the damsel
You found worthy of my love to bear.

Oh! How I remember the days
When the winds were gentle,
The birds would sing their best of tunes
And the trees would twirl and dance unbend
As we walked and ran
The streets of passion with hands entwined.
Ah! Soiled be the name
That has now made them only memory so!

Goddess of love,
Did I so wronged you
That you find me worthy of this pain to bear?
Cursed is the day the name' love' was given thee
And may it be laden with heights of despair
That it may sicken and so die.

If despair be the road to death,
Then faithful road to thee I pray
Take me home to the place I belong
Where the sad fate of one true lover should lie
Far hidden from the tears of my false cruel lover
Least she find my grave a place of weeping.