• brightwellhart 5w

    Spent in worthless days are wasted efforts,
    For my love ended not in bliss as written in heaven,
    given to such a woman, a mistake in entirety.
    Everything fell on soil so loved,
    Yet gave no growth to planted affection,
    Such was a woman I fell in love with.
    Consumed all within her path,
    giving no heed to blessings from above,
    for everything was hers to grab,
    and nothing was hers to love.