A double heart

Dear Lady Disdain,

are you yet living?

Now estranged, however much

I loved you, in fact

twofold than you did I.

After all,

while you lent me your heart

for but a while

you won mine from me

with weighted dice,

slighted my lips

with heat of false fire.

A double heart for your single one,

‘twas that which you took

and left me here to lie in your remembrance,

to die in your wake.