[N.B. It was written when I was in school :-P] You were my golden flower And I the thirsty bee. I was, in every hour struggling to find thee. I was in sorrow, residing in pain but I knew tomorrow I'd be revived by your rain. But seldom did I know that the battle hard fought was never to be won, I was destined to mourn. Alas, the truth was unveiled, the secret revealed, that you were never mine nor could I ever be thine. Into pieces, was I shattered, each part was in pain. My longing was battered, half-dead I remain. Consoling my broken heart that one day will favor fate, but still knows my each part that you are not worth the wait.
Welcome to Paraferno - this is the story of a lackadaisically frantic and whimsical dame on an oneiric infernal paradise ;-)