No more be griev’d at that which thou hast done
Roses have thorns…
-Shakespeare, Sonnet 35

I should have known
I could never win your love
The love of a beautiful rose
A rose with cruel thorns.

I should have known
That again would I be left alone
Watching calmly from the outside
While aching deep within.

I should have known
The facade could not last
Horror drove her from me
My angel flew away.

I pray she will be happy
And ne’er think of me
Ne’er think of me, nor of my pain
I really should have known.

I should have known
And yet I took the chance…