If i had known

I rhyme all day and all night,
For the thought of you,
I against the odds I fight,
And do all i can do.

To see you with him,
Is more then I can stand.
Its an outlook that on on me i dim,
But of pain its all the same brand.

I wish for you my dear,
And wish not to be sad.
If I had the eys of a seer,
I would know this would have been bad.