The Lover And The Loved Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

There is gratification in unrequited love, though
misunderstood and not reciprocated by The Loved.
But true love's to be given, answered, and returned
in kind - (are both loves one and the same?)

There's blissful torture in love, cannot get rid of the pain, and punishment shrouds Lover's heart: ambiguous
feelings meet, greet, and never part like that never
ending road circulating inside Prospect Park without end

Today, "I ask [myself, a poet], with [my] infinite capacity for illusion, if such [heartless] indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding [Loved] torments of love"
Un-reciprocated love hardly has strength to fight for love.

Unrequited love sheds copious tears all over broken heart
and its silence is the infinite curse of my lonely heart. But
Unrequited love wont die but still wounds and marks and
liable to die from a lack of true love.

When all is said and done, I'd rather see my Loved love go up in flame then without blaming and shaming the love within that is keeping the heart racing…


December 16,2017