A Lost Soul Mate

Thus I sit and look once more, the look I gave I see thee not
and soon to come our memories rott.
Lost I was but found my way, yet you wouldn't have it accept
your way.
Accept your way, I did try, early not, thus I die.
A harden heart as of stone sends my lonely soul to roam.
As our souls once were mate you turned me out in bitter hate.
As my soul roams round and round, without you, I'd be
better off if they'd put me in the ground.

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