My phantom "beloved", you have broken my trust.
My heart is in ruin and my life is like dust.
You invited me in, with promise to please.
Yet you treat me like sin, and only come to tease.
There is no love in you, you don't reciprocate my delight.
My passions are not evil, yet you hold them in spite.
My heart is in ruin, my spirit is in despair.
How did I end up in this well-constructed snare?
