Upon awakening in the morning light
I can feel the emptiness surround me.
I who profess an undying love
have nothing in return
but my aloneness.
Somehow I have convinced myself of being loved
by the one I profess my love to so freely.
My reality is lying alone
where the only warmth I feel
is that of my passion for this forsaken love.
As I dream I fantasize
of a love
I desire to be
yet shall never be.
I have grown to know that being in love
is the loneliest experience
one can ever know
if its recipient does not nourish that love.
In knowing this entire.
Why can't I just lay this feeling aside?
Why can't I cast it away
as it has been so easily
by its intended?
For I know it is neither welcomed nor wanted.
Somehow in knowing this
it does not make my love
any less a reality to me.
Thus, I shall allow this eternal flame of love to burn on within me.
As I continue to believe that all things are possible
as long as one has faith in love and life.
