Love's Two Loves

So near to you and yet so far,
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain,
Would be a wish and nothing more.

My eye beholds a beauteous jewel,
An emerald men could not deny.
And yet my eye doth turn away,
Blinded by a topaz fire.

At night my heart for you doth cry,
Weeping crimson tears of rage.
For love’s two loves apart must be,
And so my lifeblood doth decay.

Tomorrow’s light relieves my heart,
Promising another day.
But I have travelled far enough,
From the grove where love has lain.