Lost yet not forgotten

Alas what am I?
What is my life for?
I am yet,
But a mere empty body.

With a heart,
That has been borne,
Into a world that,
would allow it to be torn.

A mere shadow,
Living a life which is to be sad.
Singing a quiet song.
With a deep heart,
And a feeling that is long.

I had felt a lose,
Beyond compare.
Something that is rare.
Left with bitter tears.

Oh how I gave him,
The best of my years.
Now grief I do feel.
And people they are so cruel.

Now my heart shall not agree.
It truly don't want to be free.
Cause I am a lack of perfection.
And my cousin has her own abjection.

Therefore in the end,
My song shall cease to be.
And o the woes that will be.
But it won't be on my soul.

For my lost of you is the only toll,
That my heart can truly take.
And in the end,
Our love shall not be apart.
For you have grown with in my heart.

Though I die,
I shall not cry.

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