Romeo

'Tis a world of woe,
And misery,
That swallows happiness,
And engulfs me.

Where hatred is loved,
And love is hated,
Death upon me,
Is oft contemplated.

The cold of the world,
Has seeped into my heart,
And put out the flame,
That just did start.

But the embers of love,
Still do glow,
And brighter than ever,
To the world, to show.

If this cold harsh world,
Wills my love to die,
I who cannot live without,
Then die, so must I.