To Shelley From Harriet

My lost love, the rebllious poet, It's me, your bygone days, Harriet. I'm torn and endured a lot. I won't give blame only to my lot. I loved you and will be loving ever, You can forget me but I'll never! I waited for you for three years. Could have awaited more o my dear. At least, you loved me once in my life, With this belief I could have survived. I thought a born rebellion you are, Someday, must come back quenching your fire! But, no, ray of hope, no flickering light, I found still now, which can help me fight. This battle of unrequited love, This road is uncertain and very rough. I can't stand anymore this fevered life, Always with pain, and intolerable strife! I will get myself drowned in Serpentine lake, Though I know, it won't give you any shake! Is it my destiny, my inevitable fate? Forgive me, and my love, with last kiss-Harriet.