What Shall I Do?

What shall I do in this...my most dreaded hour...
When you come to me and exclaim...will you not do as did he?
Will you not decide that love is not for us?
That my love from afar is a pleasant dalliance to be cherished...
And that my love closer seen is a burden?
Will you not? Will you not? Will you NOT?!?
Begone from my hearth...my home...my heart...Begone!
Well? Is there nothing you would say to me? Nothing?
What shall I do in this...my most dreaded hour...but sorrowfully say...
Perhaps I'm a fool...and my perception is skewed...
It would however seem...to me...
That something wonderful lies barren and alone...
For the closely held memory of pain...