I would like the chance to tell you
Of a story close to my heart.
Of the inability of a girl to
Love him from the start.
My story starts the Spring before,
Budding flowers, blossoming desire.
Two people, one purpose, everything for,
Love. Passion, Sparks, Fire.
The madness that comes with an infatuated heart.
The insensibility, insensitivity of flirtation.
The days and nights kept far apart.
The sadness that comes with rejection.
He had the universe and more to give.
She was his fire, his eternal rose.
But she had much to be desired
Yet still his love for her flows.
I think even as his story ends,
His love will grow and grow.
Because even though she doesn't love him,
He will never let her go.
by Pauline Marie Daley
August 3rd, 2008