My Real Love

My love is the greatest, like no other
Like the river in the deep vast valley.
My life dedicated, to my lover
In eternal hope; that we will marry.

Their love is better, and ever flowing
Like an immense mountain that is so strong.
Their great love for me; is always growing
But who could know that love could go so wrong?

That dry riverbed; that lays before me
This mighty mountain; which crumbled to dust.
The despair that haunts me, from being free,
But I am too weak, to put up a fuss.

But could a person ever really miss;
Something that was not there; did not exist.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a poem i had to make for my English class its based on existentialism but its still a love sonnet