The Untold Grief Of A Love Unreturned Poem by Andrew Rainford

Celestial bodies entwine,
In the endless infinity above,
A beautiful sight, nay a wonder,
To lay gift to us with divine imagery,

Fates warning for that is their purpose,
To warn! To forestall and to stay our passions,
And yet we pay no heed to sense,
Banishing logic to the Four Winds.

For I think on you and you on me,
Both wanting and unwanting,
Feelings welcome and yet unwelcome,
On which side will you fall tomorrow?

Upon a time you walked on water,
Were untouchable to me and perfect,
But I to you a thing twisted and misshapen,
Refusing to embrace what was in your heart.

The meaningful world falls away from me with ease,
Outside this nexus nothing else matters,
You are all and yet nothing to me at once,
This is my Odyssey - my Raison d'être.

For whilst breath is in my body,
I will seek to please you in all things,
In mind, in body and in spirit,
Seeing the same stars whilst being apart.

I fear my heart shall waste on you for all time,
Until I lie dying and realise the completeness of rejection,
Then I will be free of this corruption,
And think it evil and yet good to have been.

O sweet Eden I should think naught,
To sell my tainted soul to Morgoth himself,
If for one turn of the moon I should lie with you,
In your embrace and know the warmth I feel for you reciprocated.

The tears I shed each day do not cleanse,
Time does not and will never heal me of this sickness,
The love I bear you is a poisoned chalice,
I know you will never sup of the same wine.

To love it is said is the greatest of all joys,
But I have failed to grasp it in the light of intention,
To me my love is a thing festering and rotting,
Taking from me the desire for life completely.

I have endured the long Winter of my existence,
Only to see it turn to Fall, and again to frost,
The warmth of Summer and green of Spring,
Are to me as tales read to a child of times and ages imagined.

For this I beg the creator to take me,
To smite and slay me and make an end of it,
I am utterly alone, naked and afraid without you,
And I begin to understand that it will always be so.

I lament you each day and grieve,
For the loss of a thing I never had,
A pathetic and sorrowful existence I cannot tolerate,
Please forgive me for the thing I must do hereafter.

'My love is purely yours in life and in death and for all time. We shall meet again in the place where there is no darkness'.