What Could, Cannot, And Will Not Be

Oh, how did she, with such finesse, dissect me with her graciousness? And with her kindness so impart these sutures left upon my heart. Her words rejected that which I held up to offer and imply: A meeting of two hearts and minds. But how desire always blinds the minds of men who simply seek their ways, and never think or keep in mind that hopes may not come true by words so potent, and so few. The simplest, "No, thank you, Sir," upon me does this pain incur. So how am I to just discard my thoughts for her? And now disbarred from courts of love wherein I once pursued her as the hunter hunts, I'm left alone with only thoughts of futures that will come to nought. My visions of what might have been between us both, now seem a sin to keep and ponder. How can I away from longing truly fly? I cannot claim a pain unfelt by others, but this stinging welt is mine, and still it clings to me. What could, cannot, and will not be.