A Poet's Progress
By Fox-Trot-9
33. Lovesick Blues
(5/18/09)
Though I write intimately on love,
I never felt love itself hit me.
Love to me is elusive yet enticing,
Yet how can I find love within myself?
The right words to say what I feel?
Or the will to attempt such a feat?
Thus, I may use the powers
Of imagination to fancy such a dream,
Such a thing as love. Love be-grieved
Am I who hath never felt its
Warming touch. What love, if there
Be such a love for me,
Could open and free my callused heart?
What love, if love be lost,
Could I find once more?
I am lost to the winds for such
A fancy, such a thing as love.
At least for the broken-hearted,
They knew love's sweet taste.
It is better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all.
(To be continued...)
A/N: This is yet another spewing of my lovey-dovey yearnings—ah! I can't believe I was like this two years ago. It's embarrassing, but hey. I guess I grew out of it... Maybe... I don't know.
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PoetryGenre: Poetry. Summary: This collection contains my poetry during my freshman year in high school. It's a record of my development as a poet and as a person told in a collection of poems. I used different poetic styles throughout this collection in...
