(E) TROUBLE BELONGS TO ME... (E) FINAL EDITION

Trouble belongs to me

I will tell the you the great wonders of my life,
my love;
daring you to disagree.

In slow and entrenched disappointment;
my darling,
my heart does solemnly bleed;

The sun is the source of my life;
in more then a single way,
it helps me to breathe.

Happiness and sorrow works in twine,
destined to be together,
like the heart and my mind.

Work is on par excellence;
like heaven doth poetry,
though my work takes forever;
and though my tongue is not of great wit;
I do beg forgiveness;
for trying to be perfect,
to try to offer a leaf so short,
hoping that you read and reread,
and of poor, shabby, honesty,
and in truth denial,
that my pen,
my humble sword,
is,
and will always be:
of the worst quality.

and to end on but a sad note,
should tell you everything;
everything you wish to know about me,

for my life belongs to you and me,
my love;
like trouble belongs to sleep.

End.

This was intially a short story/love letter/suicide note. Needlesss to say I deleted most of the prose and this is what I came up with.

correction. Not my own short story/love letter/suicide note. my line of work gets me talking with such people sometimes.