Answer:
I was naive, naive to think that she would hold everything for me.
Our love was not allowed for the simple fact that society imposed a d*mn stereotype that loving is wrong.
She had an angelic voice; her hair was a hot shade like fire, captivating green eyes, she was a Goddess and, I was just a mortal who glorified her.
And just thinking that that beauty would only be mine ran joy out of my eyes, maybe that's why they wanted to separate us she, was too divine for me.
She was too difficult for me. I fell apart, couldn't even give her the basic, my presence.
I was far away. I still love her. But she couldn't be alone, she was like a flower, couldn't survive without water.
Without attention
It was there. It was there that she found a counterpart, someone related to me, an equal.
I heard about the new lover... I cried.
But she was happy while I wanted to interject in their relationship.
I died, she probably remembers me as a childhood sweetheart, a shoulder to cry on, but to me, she was my life, which ended just as her love for me.
Explanation: Hope is good, I shed some tears in the process
