Oh that the world was run on love
There would be no such thing as a heart unrequited
No such thing as a passion blighted.
A soul could not ignore the call of its mate
Could not deny its fate
Could not pass by and pay no heed
To the thumping desire of its other half’s need.
Oh that the world were yin and yang
My heart wouldn’t feel this pang.
Of the terrible and infinite cost
Of a love that’s nearly all but lost.