Tragedy in Love

If you were here, you’d tell me not to cry,
But I do, because you are gone.
I reach out my arms to hold you,
But there is nothing.
The blood before my eyes will not go away,
My hands forever stained of you.
This is my work, I am at fault.
True, that I did not fire the shot,
But had you not loved me this much,
A better fate would be yours,
A better fate would be mine.<