Why do you so cruelly
Keep away
What you planted in my heart
So very long ago?
You made me hopeful,
You made me deserving,
You made me want.
But you found some
Deep and constant satisfaction
In breaking me apart.
Why do you show me how easily
You give to others.
How fully, abundant and beautiful
You allow their Love to be.
Every yearning part of me
Prays that you will not
Find so much joy
In my misery,
Find so much rapture
In my lonliness,
Find so much glee
In my sorrow,
Find so much mirth
In my pain.
Why do you deprive me?
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