An Unrequited Heart (A Sonnet) - Poem by Hugh Cobb
Too much of this, yet ne'er enough, for you
alone can fill this empty void within my heart
wherein reason fails & of mem'ry all is rue.
I beg you lady, to begin. What's left is all your part.
I've done all that I might do. T'is you who now must start
to return the love that I ha' given freely through the years;
to make it blossom all anew, to soothe away the smart
of those rebuff's 'til now you've shown & henceforth cease all jeers.
It seemeth so, that ne'er will cease, a flowing of my tears.
And here you are: so near yet far & distant in your care
that from my longing heart doth flow a chilling cold of fears
that never more your touch I'll know, or fragrance of your hair.
Tell me love & tell me true, doth hope at all remain?
Or is our future, like our past, a love that longs in vain?
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