A sonnet

[JohnS]

A song of love unsung,
a melody of tears,
a symphony of longing
a tune that no-one hears.
 
A tale of love untold
waits sadly for an end,
the narrative not written,
still waiting for the pen.
 
A verse of love unrhymed,
no metaphor in place,
some lines that have no meaning
will now all be erased
 
I saw you with your chosen one,
all hope for me is gone.