Unbidden

I've seen many things in the time I've had
To roam, wander, wonder and think about
The things I've experienced, good and bad,
And dwell on things I could have lived without.
The love I held for her is one such thing,
So fruitless, pointless. All my labours were!
For only sorrows did my loving bring,
Though aching love to nought I did prefer.
Yet through the fleeting years, I began to
Hate her for whom I said I'd always care.
But unquestioning resolve helped me through.
No broken promise despite my despair.
Though breaking my heart continues to be,
My promises are not in jeopardy.