Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love                                               September 22, 2013

In you, my dear, I see the light of my life,

The lone reason I awaken to each day's strife.

Yet, you view nothing within my soul

Despite my bidding sweet tidings to you,

And I wail upon the hearth 

As the floor mat for my burning heart.

What in you have I seen

That is forbidding you from loving me?

Is it me? Need I lavish you with more gifts

And sweet indulgences?

It seems that life has sprung a flat,

That to love is to be wanton of affection reciprocated,

Yet, I protest that day that love never lived,

When all have said I just have not found her.

But what of you, o' sweet nectar to my soul?

Your countenance is as sweet as either syrup or molasses.

Never have I felt that should I die upon this hearth,

That I would emerge as the phoenix

With broken wings, never to fly to Heaven.

An unrequited love is all I have known,

So much so, I fear I may never recognize

A lady's returning of my just flirtations,

And I shall die alone, a widower only in the death of opportunity

Bereft of any affection, spiritual or no.

I often wonder if I truly know what is love,

If I recognize it as more than banal lust?

Mundane my life has been from the day I was born,

And I fear I shall only have wandered from the womb

To the death of my soul at twilight!