unrequit'd love

you hang your head heavy and weep

     for someone, something not deserving.

ragg’d look upon you, tired tears

     streaming the creases of your weary skin,

i take my masculine hand,

and smooth the edges of your face,

brush the fallen locks from your eyes,

whisper love

     through tender breaths;

i breathe into your sobbing mouth.

fret not my love of that unrequit’d,

but instead only of the thing itself,

for it is a perennial gift

     that blooms with e’ery season new.

just know that i will ne’er waver,

and will always care more than you can spare--

the same for me as was for you.

Reviews

[Ruth]

You have a way with poetry that makes each poem a pleasure to read love!
Your style is uniquely inviting!
The devotion in this piece is wonderfully coiced!
Beautiful!
xx

[Annette Jay Sweeney]

I love the line, "i breathe into your sobbing mouth". There is something so beautiful captured here. Your style never ceases to be fresh and fulfilling for me. Please, keep writing :).