Lament of a Love Lost

At the request of the Cheshire Cat, via Vox, I will be posting some of my old poetry. I'm not much of a poet – in fact, I only have a couple of them to share. Poetry doesn't come easily to me. So far, I've only found my inspirations in my times of depression. Here's hoping for happier thoughts in future poems...

Lament of a Love Lost

Love, not one of kin and obligation,
Nor one of fellowship and brotherhood,
But one birthed out of fondness and friendship.
One of affections and attractions.

Your thoughts confuse, your knees buckle,
Doubts and fears constantly run through your mind,
Yet you would not have it any other way…
Feeling your best and your worst in an instance.

Finding hope and happiness;
To feel truly inspired;
Finding something to believe in –
That is falling in love.

Something that I never expected,
Yet something that I've always wanted –
That is what I had found…
Momentarily.

Had she been looking,
Had she found me looking,
It would have made my life…
Perfect, fulfilled, complete.

Alas, a love hidden away,
Never to be found by the one it was meant for.
That's me, that's life, that's love…
Unrequited.

So life in her continues to grow and blossom,
As I continue to ponder life.
Am I meant for love? Am I meant for life…
Without love… without my oxygen?

Still unsure of that, yet sure of this:
I am grateful for my incomplete life,
And I thank God for this unrequited love.
This love, her face, the place we've met…

I'll never forget…
This feeling of almost being in love,
Her smile, her soul, and the song that spoke to me –
Etched indelibly in my heart…

"Had it been another day,
I might have looked the other way,
And I'd have never been aware…"
That would have been the tragedy.

For though one day, someday, I suppose,
I will find someone,
As it is tonight, at least I'll have that moment in my heart,
And her in my dreams.