A Sorrowful Boy Poem by John Florio

A Sorrowful Boy

Thanks for the pain you gave me,
And destroyed my greatest joy;
Suddenly, I lost my heart to thee,
Therefore, I'm said a crazy boy.

How easily you broke my heart,
And gave me the weeping rain!
Now I can live without you, but,
My life is never the same again.

What can I do for the pain relief,
I'm mourning my hapless woe;
One day, love will come to grief,
Of course, I could never know.

In search of love, I've got this pain,
So what does mean - day of joy?
This fatal memory will ever remain,
In the heart of this sorrowful boy.