He failed to hate her, though he tried,
Bitterness knocked but never complied.
His heart, a prisoner of endless chains,
Still clung to her, through silent vanes.
She failed to love him, her heart went cold,
A story unfinished, yet regretfully told.
Her name echoed where words once grew,
An affection denied, yet he always knew.
Two creatures divided, fate drew the line,
One soul forgiving, the other malign.
In the end they both failed, none could win,
For love was blind and hate was a sin.