(A/N: I had a massive surge of inspiration when I began this, it slid into verse, and I'm very happy with it. Please tell me what you think, I won't be posting much poetry or Shakespeare stuff lol.)
Oh what am I to do?
My beautiful Rosalind doesn't return my love!
But why?
Without her, I feel as though I could die!
Oh woe is me!
How can she choose a life of chastity over me?
Can she not see we were meant to be?
We would be so perfect!
Our wedding a charm, no detail left unchecked!
Why can my aching heart not be at one with my mind?
All this evanescent beauty and I have yet to find,
Her true inner art!
Beneath her poisonous exterior, nothing but emptiness and stupidity.
What can a virginous life bring her that a married one cannot?
From when I first laid eye I was besot.
But oh!
Life hath dealt me a cruel blow.
Now I sit here in a darkened room.
Nothing here but melancholy and gloom.
I feel naught but despair and wet tears.
Fled I have from the world of my peers.
I cannot talk of my pain,
Accept my love has been in vain.
Is this all there is to life?
Our love, our pain, our fear, our strife?
Alas, I do not know,
Too young of this world to truly go,
where other never before traversed,
My heart's fate, cloned, rehearsed.
So I sit here on my lonesome,
Comforted by the walls of my room.
Alone, as in my heart I do feel,
And wait for life's next blow to deal.