In nights so restless, tears fill my eyes,
In your memory, my faith belies,
Vain promises once received,
Extinguished the pure romantic fire conceived.

By a stormy gale of betrayal, the dock was struck,
I presume my presence was mere luck,
Regret for the false love I was fed,
Yet for you, dear dove, prayers will be spread.

Betrayal was not the fate you earned,
May the love you seek be returned,
May you find one who can withstand,
All adversities, as love's bullets are unplanned.

© Medwickxxiv