by Danial Lucas
When love doesn't go both ways, poetry is born !
|Sight in twilight twas beauty be seen
endless and finite love o'er me
quietly reciting thine heart's poetry
" Tis me, tis me-thy leavings of me "
remaining upon yon balcony
An angel befitting heaven twas sent
striking and sitting mid elegance
brusquely admitting to suffer relent
" Relent, relent-thine heart's discontent "
against thy will what sorrow is meant
Alas laid to waiting for love brought intern
embers abating from fires yet to burn
feelings belated nor mannered return
" Return, return-thy rapturous yearned "
feignly I stated unrequited love spurned