Yet, For Her Poem by Ramchandar Ravi

Love as such I've never felt,
Love that's fair and true;
Love that strikes below the belt,
Yet, love I shan't ever rue.

Kin as none could ever be,
A vision unlike any other;
I burned, burned with jealousy,
Vexed with her other lover.

Which of us two, could stand true?
Whose love will first wither away?
There's little, that one can do,
Whilst love decays by the day.

Try I did, but I couldn't cry,
As I thought longingly of my bella;
Tears welled up, froze and dried,
My mind, a tabla rasa.