Burnt

When did I ask this heart to wed
This brutal feeling, from which it bled?,
And such a throb that had occurred
That to the depth of mind it stirred.
To still this day I toss and turn.
And oh my heart so hates to burn.
Yet walls I brick to soften fate,
Are useless and are far too late.
Have ever I so broken heart,
That even thoughts from head depart.
And now so lonely do I sit,
That have no love to hate a bit.