Sunday, April 6, 2014


She was like a nymph -

Or maybe I was going too far...?

Yet I so often
Placed myself 
Before her eyes,
That she might see me:

But she never saw me at all...

Though -

Thoughts of her!

Dreams of her!

Always took my mind and soul
To a great height:

And how I longed for her to love me -

But she never loved me at all...

My every fixed intent
Always came to nothing -

Because to her I was nothing...

And I at long last accepted -

That's what I would always be.