There is much pain in unrequited love

but such despair in having love

that can be requited...

but isn't

There is solitude for the heart crying

and endless struggle for a soul breaking

a body with nothing...

but torment

There are no sighs in this confusion

but only screams of delusion

when love becomes not a friend...

but a foe

There is death for this spirit

for requitable love that isn't

and for the lover that...

does not know,

that he is loved.

February 2000