Forever Sound

Sleep comes not to mine eyes
Nor quietude to mine ears.
Wraiths of reverie but haunt
The heart to darkest fears.

Hands of mine seek thine as thirst unslaked
Yet find none but own in dire praye'
As unutter'd of baleful fate
And only leads wretched hope further astray.

For unreturned love does ever hound,
So is never to love, forever sound?