The Voice Within

I ne’er searched for love
Anticipated but nothing;
My heart became jaded
Yet indeed it still is willing.

‘’Twas this voice within me
Then to me naively whisp’ring,
“Happiness you’ve obtained,
Unworthy he’s of your yielding.”

Thus, in spite of the hurts
Didst I truly compel forget;
Sacrifices yet made
I ne’er sincerely hath regret.

If I be overcame,
Surrender never but just yet;
Mind not he be reason
Of such even a mournful death.