Oh, how I lived and how I loved!
To shower love and receive none,
That was how I was.
I love her, I love her so much
And I love her mate too
Even though they stood there
Without turning for me.
Actually, not turning for anything at all.
But I love them all the same.
In this desolate rock I lived
In a place few of my kind came,
They were my ever-present company
For days and nights.
I love them, I love them a lot
Even the giants that came loved them too,
Loved them enough to freshen them
To be as beautiful as the glistening sea.
Oh, how I loved them and I do love them,
And I love them regardless of
The strange looks the visitors showed
Because I loved her but she doesn't
Make anything to suggest
She loves me back.
Oh, I love her so much.
I love her and that's all I know.
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PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry