If I could surmise my sorrow and sadness,
I find it to be diluted down to an unsatisfactory gladness.
Sometimes I feel like the unluckiest contender,
A loser in love but still a constant defender.
As I have known the blessing of a love so gentle,
That for me it was my light, my shrine and my temple.
But it's temperamental nature meant from such highs I did plummet,
To find now I fear love from the vast fall from my summit.
That mountainous scope is now but a rocky view,
I can't see a way back up now I'm battered and blue.
Maybe I was just lucky to ever catch such a view,
To meet the ecstasy of love but have to come down too soon.