How Wrong Was I Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Once, I came close to your magnum opus.
I thought I was your inspiration.
How wrong was I?
Once, I came close to your whispering soul.
I thought I was its constellation.
How wrong was I?
Once, I came close to the vortex of your heart.
But I never entered; you didn't want me there.
Oh, how I drowned in deep despair.
Once, I thought you could be mine.
And I thought, Silly me, I could fly.
Oh, how wrong I was
I fell hard like a stone from on up high.
But never could I nullify her.
So my heart learnt to live in mourning every night.
Wishing one day she might even feel the same way.
Oh, how I drowned in deep despair.
Once, I thought she could be mine.
And then I thought, Silly me, I could fly.
Oh, how wrong was I?