love

You don’t love me, but ah! do I love you!

It kills me that right now you have another!

Each day I watch the antics of you two,

Happy hopping birds and say, why bother?

But I am chained to you as fish to sea,

Or as the moon to Earth, or Earth to sun….

The thought of letting go so tortures me

That I would rather let my anguish run….

I know that if I wait you will be mine,

Such love as this must sweep all walls away!

I am your natural light, and I will shine

Till due rotation turns your night to day.

Until then, this sorrow will remain:

My hope of joy must be my source of pain….

this is not my poem .