Love Unrequited

To love is such a mystery

& to be loved, just the same

'tis more common to be maimed by her

and feel thy tender heart aflame.                                                                                                                                      

To feel thy damaged heart a-scathing

to flee a city to be free

to leave a county just to stay thy wits

and recover dignity.                                                                                                                                                                                   

Thou hast not loved me

but I have loved you

& in doing so,

I have to you, become a slave.