Unrequited love

Isa...my Isabella...a weakened soul from the loss of voice,
Inspired by a gleamin' caress of a palm across thy face,
Like Romeo asking Juliet to see him,
Yet hark he knows not for being in love with the enemy is a risky fealty,
Oh Isa, my Isabella, why be gone so far away from my presence in thine own course,
As a curtsy is made to a bow from a loss towards another whom ye revere most than I,
So I say to thee Isa oh my dear Isabella, a kiss upon thy palm for a farewell plead, A last touch of embrace upon the cheek that I once yearned to be near thy face,
As I close my eyes in a darkness haste to endeavor the listless consequences of losses I had not made,
Oh Isa...my Isabella...a stranger to thee in a missed moment of glamour...A scented debris of an empty place we once sat together, Gone are ye to another whom may hold thee dearly beloved in gusto.