human
How am I changed! My hopes were once like fire; I loved, and I believed that life was love. . . . I love, but I believe in love no more.
gpt
Love is a tyrant that has no mercy. I wish I could forget all my past!
human
Forget the dead, the _past_? O yet There are ghosts that may take revenge for it; Memories that make the heart a tomb, Regrets that glide through the spirit's gloom, And with ghastly whispers tell That joy, once lost, is _pain_.