I wish this poem were pixie dust To throw into your eyes
And make you see the loveliness
Beneath my sad disguise.
And I would take you in my arms
And weave a magic spell
That I could utter anytime
To make you love me well.
But alas my simple words
Are like the summer rain
That drums on hills and fields and hearts,
Then vanishes again.
And though my love might make you bloom,
You turn with fragile grace
To gaze in aching loneliness
At someone else's face.
We lust for what we cannot have,
A long, unbroken chain
Of lovers who remain unloved
And loved who love in vain.
While I'm near mad with wanting you
As trees must have the sun,
You cannot help but find a love
Who loves another one.
~ Nicholas Gordon
3 comments:
But why make love easy? It's much too important. Love is what awaits us after cutting through the thorns encasing Sleeping Beauty's enchanted castle. If you're willing to do that much for another, you know you're feeling the real thing. And it goes without saying that if the one who loves you has done the same, it's a fairly good sign...
Yes but it isn't a good sign when you find out he's married. That's a bad sign. That's about as bad a sign as you can get.
Yikes, bad indeed. I take it this is Hot Guy? Well, damn.
Guess that poem pretty much says it all.
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