oh woe is love

last night i told a story to myself to help me fall asleep...
i told of you and our adventures,
the same as always but different scenario
instead of distance, i told of ranks, of hierarchy
of olden times, where damsels held up their own and knights were helpless
as i finished the story, i began to cry....
as also, in the end of my story, she could not have the man she loved
and i never finished it, for i had cried myself to sleep.