Besotted Thee

"A letter she wrote to me,
  her love she professed to me,
how mad were in love, we,
  as I read the letter to me,
eyes sobbed, shedding tears, were she,
  asking questions from me,
"how ruthless, were thee,
  how did you leave, your besotted thee?
  how stubborn, are thee,
  why not reach me?
  why run away, from me?
  your besotted thee"
and here is me,
  standing in grief, darkness around me,
life without thee,
  how should I make believe me,
what is life, without ye,
my and my only besotted thee"
-Kazi