They Love But They Were Never Loved In Return Poem by RIC BASTASA

and there they are
inside the room of beauty
and lonely conversations

they roam the world
unable to learn the art of permanence
the lessons
of staying in one place and be sober

they love that much
and give themselves all in the name of love
yet they are never loved
in return

the reason why they go from one place to another
like gypsies
looking for love on dark nights till dawn
till the weary morning
till noonday
and till the night comes again

howling and teasing them
loving so loving
and yet so unloved

it is nature's curse
a spell not broken till the end
and so i see them in this room of beauty
and lonely conversations

they cut my hair and clean me
with powder and their brushes
until the floor is filled
with what i am shedding off
and then i leave them again
and visit them
as often as i feel dirty
and unshaven

missing the lonely conversations
the hush of loves always unrequited