When I weep in darkness,
When the flowers fade
That I gave to you in a bouquet,
When the dream of your eyes
Meeting mine in a summery place
Has failed to materialize,
When I no longer have the hope
Of holding your hand
By the book store
Or the coffee stand,
I must retreat into the sadness
That destiny intended for me.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sadness-4/
