She said:

Couldn't we just remain as friends?
I'm afraid I have no love to give
You and I could never be lovers
Could you find it in your heart to forgive?

I say:

There is no greater crime in this world
than to have ones love spurned
To suffer quietly, alone with such agony
In the hell of one's making so burn

You smile gravely at my affliction
Perhaps slightly sympathetic you feel
From this lowly beggar you turn away
While before you I so solemnly kneel

With my arms outstretched I stand
Oblivious to the accusatory stares
Some offer advice, some even laughter
and another casualty I'm declared

The End

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