In the Mix of Things

A poem about a special kind of love.

Love is beauty, even when unrequited

Some say love hurts, though it's not sad love they feel

It's the pain they invited

Feelings not returned are the ones holding strength

The ones with the hope and the ones striving away

Every day I see you my heart pounds away

I can feel the hope that you'll feel the same one day

We all have our wishes and we all have our dreams 

Mine fall cliche in the flow of things