Self-condemnation

How could a gracious heart like yours
Ever fall for a callous person like me?
And now I’m here alone,
With you in my reveries.
To this desolation there might never be an end,
‘Cause the silence of the sea would never be broken.
But your voice would always reverberate
Like a wail from heaven’s gate.
And I’ll be left with the despondency of undone adoration
The ordeal of self-condemnation.