The Lover Who Loved Poem by Lyf Burns

A simple love
One untouched
He lived in harmony
Complete and such.

He figured out soon
One lives in sorrow
The other called 'slacker'
His efforts for tomorrow.

But he loved still
His love unreturned
Why would she not?
Not love him in turn?

No, she needed him not
She thought of him as 'lover'
Not one to love
He died then, forever.

His life was made new
He found his purpose
A purpose of his 'you'.
He was the Lover Who Loved.