It is a great pain,
for one to accept,
a Love - unrequited,
But something entirely worse to love,
...
On yonder pine strewn hilltop,
The bluebird gaily sings,
Among timid streams of light,
To herald coming spring.
...
Never Lost Love
It is a great pain,
for one to accept,
a Love - unrequited,
But something entirely worse to love,
and refuse to admit it.