Poetry

Unrequited (Confessions of a Statue of a Muse to a Statue of a Handsome Man)

Love not given, not received,
Brings such sweet, sweet hurt to me.
From my depths such longing flows,
Yet in my eyes, it can not show.

For I wonder, do you feel
The same way I do? The wheel
of my pain does keep turning, no?
For in your eyes, love can not show.

Every day you always stare,
Away to the sky as though you care
Not that I stand here day after day,
Wishing you could glance my way.

You smile as you look upon the clouds; I wonder
If you dream of some lover?
Or maybe your maker heard some quip
or jest, as he shaped your perfect lips.

Your eyes, blue, or maybe green
I care not, for in my dreams
They shine for me and me alone.
Yet every day, they still stay stone.

Your hair, golden in my mind’s eye,
And glorious, framed against the bluest sky.
I can feel it feather my face as we kiss;
For my soul of stone such unfelt bliss.

Your arms and hands, at once so
Powerful and mighty, yet do not show
Unkindness as they hold me to you;
The softest touch I never knew.

But as years come and go, the green moss grows
Upon us. Even for rock, time’s passage does show.
How long have we before quake or destruction
Forever denies my unspoken desire?

Yet still I hope, that one day our hearts
Of stone will break their molds and start
To beat life’s wonder and you enfold me
In your arms as I always dreamed.

But see, again the sun sets upon us,
And you yet continue your rapt study of the heavens.
Another day, love still Unrequited.

author: MadMomma (2004)

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