Never Was, Is, Or Will Be Poem by Lauren Kapusta

I'm so strict in love.
I push away all that I can have,
But that will probably not have me.
I feel I am in love.
I feel happy and my heart sighs.
My mind flutters and I close my eyes.
But it never was, is, or will be.
Yet, I am so enraptured with him!
I love him, love him so much!
My heart yearns to be one with his!
I pine because sadly I see.
Those around me scoff at me.
Even my dreams scorn me.
I hardly dream about him anymore.
Yet, love is in my heart!
Everything around me tells the truth.
I loathe and fear it heartily.
I don't want anyone else, just him.
I ponder how he can keep me,
Even though he never spoke to me.
My wasted bountiful affections,
Begin to rot in my soul.
I feel like the goddess of envy.
This feels like a slow death.
It's voluntary but so treacherous.
I simply cannot fall out of love.
There will be no gem-encrusted bands,
Or sweet beautiful offspring for me.
I will only have a love he can't return.