My Fate?

Always the friend, never the lover,
This seems to haunt me constantly,
From youth to present I ponder,
When it will end? I've yet to discover.

I can be needed, wanted by someone,
But the offer of love is never to me,
Yet I give it always unconditionally,
Only to find it was under a mock sun.

Not receiving love is starting to toll,
This heart is starting to quickly empty,
Giving and only taking has hurt much,
Why should this be? I am a good soul.

I crave to be loved in return as I give,
It increases as time passes me by,
Will I be old before the love finds me?
Grieve for it hungrily as long as I live?

The tears are too familiar on this face,
No longer wish to shed them for need,
I have done all the reaching I can,
Love is cruel to this heart steeped in grace.

The muses have given me their gift,
Sirens sing their songs from my heart,
The fates have found mirth in my need,
Mankind has yet to mend my heart's rift.

March 30, 2003