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Friday, February 10, 2006

Another sad song

In her eyes
I see tender,
desperate love.
For an insensate egotist.
She loves him because
she needs to love.
Not necessarily,
someone deserving.
Like a young vine
that clings to
the first rough stone wall
it reaches out to.
A love so true
it'll die unknown,
unrequitted, uneulogised.
She'll fall in love again
even after having
her tendrils scorched.
But not as passionately.

March 2004

2 comments:

Capegirl said...

Sf, i really loved this and could also (sigh) relate to it. the mood was wonderfully expressed.

Languorous_chaos said...

Simplcity of the poem is really commendable.