utter anguish for love

I sit in my chamber, my black heart caving in.
Today's our anniversary But without you, it is thin .
How do I make you love me, how can you see?
Like Romeo and Juliet, death may have to be.
The answers to my riddles so plain and absured.
I torture myself day and night trying to find the words.
Like the ey e of the tiger you were my nightingale.
Alone is something I dont want , I dont invite it , I am too frail.
For if my heart should break again, who is there to re-mend?
My thoughts now days are dark, and my stride so weak at heart, dust for tears, anguish for pain, like a prisoner without a way. Without hope, without fear, without you, my death is near.....








For Michael Osborne.