Epitaph

Cruel, cruel fate.
Why dost thou mock thy servant so?
When in my heart fledgling love Dost earnest grow.
The boundaries of hate, and love,
Are too blurred to understand.
Where must I, a mortal man,
Go to see God’s plan?
For happiness on earthly planes is but a hollow shade!
So easily brought crashing down to horrid angry flames.
And thou dost flaunt my stolen love
Before my very eyes.
And O, but fate,
Malignant Hate:
Thine legacy arrives