The Lost Cause
I hear your voice from afar.
Though cursed be my wretched scar,
I know that you can not be mine;
The cause to listen, I can not find.
Still I stay in hopeful wait,
Though I know I must face my inevitable fate.
I am doomed to live a lonely life,
Dreading that you can not be my wife.
Though I wait in endless time,
The cause to linger, I can not find.
Your hair is like a beam of sunshine.
Your skin is smooth and fine.
Though you are so beautiful and divine,
The cause to gaze, I can not find.
Christine, my love, you are perfection.
This is why, due to my cursed reflection,
I can never have you, though I wait.
The cause is lost;
Loneliness is my fate.
A/N I can only wish that I wrote this. My 14 year old brother wrote this for an 8th grade literature class. I was so impressed that I asked him if I could put it up on this site. So tell him what you think!