I’ve heard it said unrequited love is the fuel that burns the poet’s heart
well, this one is a raging inferno
A fiery testament to loves drowning resolve
Its flames fan out
ahead of my meager words,
past all I would view as practical yet,
never igniting even
the driest of brush

I have waited for you,
a lifetime

Have I not been patient enough?

Am I not deserving of your love?

Is it my destiny to always live with this burning desire,
this, discontented sentiment

Then perhaps I should learn to write

Become a poet or a blacksmith
My heart could heat brands of my own design
Glowing red hot verses,
I could burn to your eyes

Would you see me then?

Would you understand?

I might compare you to the sunrise
if not for the fact that your beauty extends far beyond its rays

Or the moon
but, there are times when a simple cloud can veil its existence

I could tell you that
I wish your whispers to rest
tenderly on pillows
and softly disappear
into the quiet of night or
that I long to hear your throaty,
moans and heavenly sighs
echo throughout this room,
until they melt away
and evaporate into the safety
of these thirsty walls


Or as others have done;
I could use the gentle flowing river,
a serene meadow,
the vast stars or the common flower
and these would suffice, for most

But, not for you

You are a rarity on this earth
and my love for you is more deserving than a cliché

More complex than I can explain

Yes I should learn to write

With you as my muse
My inspiration
My tablet
Words to give you sight
Rhyme to lend credence to my phrase
Entire books devoted to you, to love

Kisses would fall
in perfect verse
Touch will liquefy
resistance
and passion will ignite in you that which
has forever burned in me
my love
for you

A longing deeply rooted in the sedimentary rock
of my bed, my foundation
Only then will I become whole

Only then will I realize life’s worth
and shed this moniker of Spartan

I can join the ranks of the living,
the loved
The men who breathe free
The awake

I should learn to write

For you
For me
For all those who feel nothing
and for the ones that know how I feel
without you

Without love




kc09

really nice write

my friend you CAN write

Love it!!!!

mirrored reflections
beautiful

Nice. I should learn to write, not you.....lol

thamk you

david....


gossip....

thank you very much

maybe we can be study partners...lol
thank you for stopping in

You should just keep writing...Awesome write...

awwwww thank you.....

Oh my, NOW, I know the meaning of the phrase loquacious to a fault.........

so much for subtlety huh? ....

is that what you call it?

no she called it i was just thinking aloud...
you are certainly free to call it anything you wish...

thank you ms. t bear

awesome write your one of my favorites

Simply wonderful...delightfully complex....beautifully written....Thank you for knowing how to write...

You are a rarity on this earth
and my love for you is more deserving than a cliché

^love does seem like a bad cliche' these days does it not...nicely done

thank you pam....but, we are not supposed to have favorites..