My love never found love

There's a crestfallen star under the moon he breathes in.

There's a plight he's taken to the gods, it's not my name.

He tells me he love me, he never liked me though.

He's a boy, when i fell in love with him. I took to the streets i looked for him with adoring eyes, scornful wires, but I looked for him.

I see a burning house, he sits on the ply, he doesn't take my name, he's burnt now.

There's ashes left open, a blimey wind gushes, swoops and leaves barren the cold marble.

A marble curated with this unhinged heart. 

I see now, no ashes. I miss his face, a face I never got to touch.

This remains the only thing I berate God for, my only love I never found love for.

He's gone now, how do I love him furthermore, how do I go on.