Unrequired Love... Poem by Denis Martindale

How sweet it is to love my love,
Though unloved in return,
My love for her more than enough,
Though she, that love, would spurn...
When one gold diamond ring means nought,
When pearls are cast aside,
Though I still chase that single thought
That she may be my bride...

For in my dreams, I kiss her lips,
Those lips that mouth disdain,
Yet still illusion daily grips
My heartstrings once again...
The woods have trees and some called pine,
Yet none pines more than I,
Rejected by the Valentine
Who cares not that I sigh...

The rains that pour from skies above
May wash away my tears,
Yet rainbows grant no hope of love
To bless my future years...
No chance have I to hold her hand,
No chance to touch her cheek,
No chance to find my Promised Land,
Shared with the one I seek...

The Cosmic planets glide along,
Destined to dance alone,
Perhaps, I, too, must be as strong,
Endure life on my own...
No bride, no wife, no honeymoon,
No children born in time,
No happy whistling of a tune
That my life was sublime...

Have I the strength to love yet lose?
Forsake love's soft embrace?
Have I the wisdom left to choose
To see beyond her face?
The face that stirred a thousand prayers,
The voice that said, 'Goodbye! '
The choice once said that showed no cares
If I should live or die?

If yes, I pray to love again,
Perchance new dreams to dream
And hope with hope beyond my ken,
For still love proves supreme...
Yet not to burden with my needs,
My future plans and more,
But yearning that true love succeeds
And thrills me to the core...



Denis Martindale, copyright February 2016.