Unrequited Love - Poem by Thomas Eccleston
I loved too deep my Love to keep, but now we're torn asunder.
Can't help myself, can't stem the wealth of love that roars it's thunder.
Must give it all and then recall the joys of long lost past.
Why is it gone? Why dwell upon the sweetest thoughts enmassed? I'm in a whirl and can't unfurl the thinking of this lass,
Yet when I fall she takes my all to scatter where she pass.
Wish that she could think of me in a different frame of mind.
What is the cost or would be lost? Better still, what would she find? Why, a heart that ticks, takes the kicks while reaching out to bind
With love so sweet, without retreat and of a constant kind,
This is the way I feel today after such a heavy blow.
Can she change and rearrange to charm me with her glow? With words that talk that do no baulk from taking to that lane?
The lane we trod with feet unshod, and a love not cool or tame.
I wonder too about her view of the love I constant pour.
Oh gosh how good if she only would, show she needs me more. But all seems lost at too much cost, for I'm drained to emptiness,
So now it seems that all my dreams are lost and gone, I guess.
What life for me, now that she's free to find another guy?
To chat, to talk, perhaps to walk, that path where once we'd lie. Is this the end, and at the bend for paths to deviate?
To part us now, someway, somehow, so that we can't relate.
What use to me for being free when my love must cling too tight?
Now days are bleak, so dark, so dreich, and more like death this night.
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