Untitled and Unfinished

Deity of circumstance,
No single chance,
Of just one glance.

The Maker of Happiness,
Loves me I guess,
Very much less.

Lady of Love at her best,
Trods on me lest,
I find a nest.

Lords of above and below,
Faces aglow,
You do not show.

Whatever gods there may be,
Tis plain that me,
They do not see.