A thousand summers
And a sunlit hill
Has not known
Such a flower
As the girl
Who makes me weep
Wandering about
The sad and lonely streets
Absent her embrace.

If she could feel the sorrow
Lingering in my heart
Like an irremovable knife,
Would she stand with me
Beneath a wedding tree
And become my wife
Within the sight
Of God’s compassionate eyes?

Without the one you love
Every path is difficult
And briar-strewn.

Uriah Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/irremovable-knife/