Dreams Like Desires

At last my efforts to forget my shame
carried too my pride, and damaged
how I beheld both love and beauty,
how I, in conceited fashion once played,
now in loss, allow myself remorse;
I do not know why, yet to struggle
finally has become my means.

Misunderstood, maladroit, and misguided,
my dreams like desires vanished,
taking my love and passion with them.
How naturally then, I fell towards discontent
And saw there's nothing so sorrowful,
nothing as intimate, nothing as lonely