Saturday, April 17, 2010

My Love

My love's a target missed,
A chance now lost forever
And yet the heart persists
Till distance it may sever.

It's a thing beyond all reason
Irrational, unwise;
An unrequited season
Of senseless weary sighs.

Peter Waldvogel
April 17, 2010

LOL - Wrote this in during a writing class for some advanced students. They were writing poems, so I thought I would join in.

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