Once a man of jovial heart,

Now a shadow of his former part,

His eyes devoid of any light,

A love unrequited, a constant blight

He wanders through the gloomy streets,

His heart weighed down by love's defeats,

The wind howls a mournful tune,

As he stumbles through the dark of noon

His mind is haunted by her face,

A beauty he cannot replace,

Her image burns within his soul,

A flame that flickers, never whole

He dreams of her with every breath,

A yearning deep, a love, a death,

For what is life without her love,

A void, darkness, a mourning dove

His heart beats on, a futile thump,

A heart that longs to break the slump,

But love, the cruel and fickle queen,

Denies him peace, a heart unseen

And so he walks, a shadow still,

A broken heart, a loveless will,

A man who's lost his heart and mind,

In love's cruel game, forever blind