how unfair

How unfair
That what I own
Will slip away
For in the creation of us
There is the joy of what we shared
How unfair
That on the nights of sweet serenades
And bliss poetry
The art of love and knowing love
Are now broken apart
For without you there is no sweet symphony
There is no whispers of breaths
No whole and half
To me
You were more
The sun of a day
The moon of a night
Now I feel dead
Buried in memories
How unfair
That the blue in my skies
Are now grey
For you brought me the sea of happiness
Guided me in the shore of loneliness
How unfair
It is me ………………