Dead is the day when she was one with me
as I with her;
Now,I am I and she is she again,
not one but twain;
Too fierce for my faint heart to bear
the flames of this dividing fire!
My paper is awash with tears,
and blotted by the shaken ink,
and my pain tortured mind forbids,
me to write or think.
What cause gave we for the malignity,
O Destiny?
Disclaimer: This is a figment of my imagination.. had to clarify this after sooo many queries about my break up with my imaginary girlfriend :P Lol
