I haven’t asked for love, you know it’s truth, And never have I done so much as soul to bare. It was so obvious from start my love was doomed, But it's so comforting - the selflessness of care. For once again when I see you pass by Engaged in talk with lady, smiling thus, I wish I were that lady just for once To hold that tender look and stare in kind. There’s nothing to be done, I’ll stand aside, I’ll never bother you by showing painful heart. And then the memory of you will slowly die, To be replaced, who knows, with better chance?! Oh, unrequited love has got no real bite, It’s heart that hurts, but then who cares for heart?!
Hi, marikia, It’s heart that hurts, but then who cares for heart?! Clearly, the person who utters I wish I were that lady just for once... and I’ll never bother you by showing painful heart... cares deeply - and, rather than nothing, that takes a lot of heart. Thanks for sharing Nothing Much.
pilgrimageofloveSydney, New South Wales AustraliaFeb 27, 2012
Marikia Nothing Much you say? I say it is beautiful poetry.
AhyraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaJun 22, 2012
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It’s heart that hurts, but then who cares for heart?! Clearly, the person who utters I wish I were that lady just for once... and I’ll never bother you by showing painful heart... cares deeply - and, rather than nothing, that takes a lot of heart. Thanks for sharing Nothing Much.
Nothing Much you say?
I say it is beautiful poetry.
Wishing you love requited, with best regards!
Kathy