Unrequited Interest Poem by Max Gatrell

Psalms of love I am repeating,
Soulless hearts that you frequent.
Infatuation can be fleeting,
Rarely borrowed, seldom leant.
Complex feelings of attraction,
Force you into liking me.
Not diminished by infraction,
Listen closely, hear my plea.
Stolid lady of resistance,
Tyburn's length, I’m kept at bay.
Hanging hapless in the distance,
Wait your Turn you always say.
New dimensions of disdain,
How to tolerate this slight?
I can take it, tell me plain,
From thy thrall I want respite.
Never really been complacent,
Argued when you asked for room.
Now I know I’m one of many,
Stitches stranded in your loom.