While pondering about the fate of stars,
I cry, in utter disbelief proceeding.
This sentiment produced none, insofar
Nothing but loss is what we gain by living.

Merciless fate would not thy face forget,
And laugh to scorn whomever that should try -
The threat of loss to thee is not a threat,
Rejection brings me back to wonder why.

At last the reasonable mind has thou conceived,
You can't escape the logic of the thought.
But since the lightest breath of winter ceased,
You're gone forever and my fight was never fought.

Thy doom is also thy eternal bliss.
But mine is listening to pains like these.