"Expectation is the root of all heartache." William Shakespeare, 1564-1616
|When oft I wished for word of kind,
His words to me were oft unkind.
When with frequent fervor I sought caress,
His touch to me brought grief and stress.
When I desired charity, an open hand—humanity!
He turned from me, hand closed in fist, with no regard—malevolence!
And when I longed for happiness, for ecstasy, for sweet, sweet bliss—
Oh, my love, my king, my prince—
To me he brought unhappiness.