My Love

To lose a great love brings tears to thy eyes,
The one whom you loved more than the starry skies;
But we can't all be goddesses so skilled at the loom,
But is it too much to ask for my love to not leave so soon;
Cursed this wish may be, but I shall leave it at bay,
My love, come back to me and I beg that you stay;
The day of Autumn has only just begun,
And my love, this time I treasure is one;
To my defeat you have befallen me now,
But one such as you could be insane, I ask how;
And one knows naught ever better than I,
That even the most beautiful roses have thorns of the nigh;