Smitten Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I loved a maid who loved not me.
This was a love that could not be
For she was wed, though I was free.

But had she been at liberty
I would have wooed her openly.
Instead I loved her secretly.

Just one of life’s small tragedies
There was no cure for my disease
I hoped through time the pain would cease.

But sadly this was not to be.
The fates had ruled capriciously
there could be no one else for me

Although the lady never knew
my love for her was deep and true
I held my peace how could she do.

Although I tried my best to find
another love. She filled my mind.
The snare fate fashioned well designed.

The lady saw me as a friend,
someone on whom she could depend.
I had no choice but to pretend

That friendship was enough for me.
Although I loved her hopelessly.
I loved her well enough to see.

That she was married happily.
But I was bound by fates decree
to love her unrequitedly

26-Oct-08.
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