I love thee,
Yet I see that isn't enough.
I know not,
What thou desires that I be unable to give,
I but wish I knew.
Night after weary night,
I pour my soul out to the winds
Hoping 'twould carry my words to thy ear.
I know this be folly.
Yet still I cry out this midnight inquiry.
Are these lips ever to know thy taste?
Should my heart never feel thy embrace?
Doth my heart deceive mine eyes,
Into seeing a love that is not?
Couldst thou ever love me?
Else are we fated to be friends,
And that alone?
If my eyes could see thy heart,
If I could but think,
Beyond the aching in my breast,
Perhaps my questions, might,
Be answered.






... I liked the formatting of this poem... it flows well and looks good!














Awesome job!!! x from the ashes x
20 old applause
