The Admirer's Retort Poem by Judea Mae Espanola

How unfortunate that you can never love me back,
So now I'm alone in this grim world again;
But I believe it's your loss, not mine,
when you spited my heart, so freely given.

You speak of the angels and seraphs you adore,
But don't you know there's none who could've loved you more?
Than this earthly woman who'd give her world away,
Just to hear your thoughts each and every day..

A shame, really, why little Cupid chose,
Some other mortal woman for you to behold;
Alas, it's not me, but what am i to do?
I've already fallen madly for you..