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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