Is it I who failed at love?

I thought I loved you. Loved? What is love if it can never last? Well, it is a love that originates in my heart, A heart that was removed from my bosom, trusting that it would remain with you unscathed. My heart is fragile like the wine glasses that your lips favoured. It broke. You broke it. In turning to run, I turned and stayed. yet again I was betrayed. Call out to my loving God and your hating Devil. That it is I who failed at love. My pupils were cloudy, my love blind How could I have liked someone so unkind.