Classic Poem

Evening rain drips on the steps,
The clock moves slowly
Building up the dreary solitude —
Every drop seems to shatter my heart.
I hate you and love you,
Resent you and like you —
Whatever is the right thing to do?
I had thought our happiness would last,
And here is this present misery I can't cope with.
Smart as he is,
He's worth pining away for.
And really in my sleep,
In my dream, in my heart,
For a long time I shed speechless tears.