Do We All Live Happily Never After?

Once upon a time,
I lived happily never after,
And never being happy
Sent me to place called regret.

In this land of regret I met an angel,
His name was Amore,
Which translates to love in Italian,
L'amore e quello che mi manca.

After never finding my Amore,
I lay to rest.
A peaceful, but depressed rest,
And that is the day,
When I don't awaken from my sweet, sweet slumber.