He loved another, but it wasn't allowed
He thought it was a sin, he wasn't proud
Sooner than later, his heart moved on
Dreams were the sort that'd intrude on
Every thought he had, to improve upon
The life he led, such an empty struggle
And his future was lost in the muddle
Of his mind and heart in unequal fight
He'd be alone, for each and every night
Until he broke his oath a life asunder
“...oaths and anchors equally will drag: naught else abides on fickle earth but unkept promises of joy.”
