lov poem

I Wish This Poem Were
Pixie Dust
I wish this poem were
pixie dust
To throw into your eyes
And make you see the
loveliness
Beneath my sad disguise.
And I would take you in
my arms
And weave a magic spell
That I could utter
anytime
To make you love me
well.
But alas my simple words
Are like summer rain
That drums on hills and
fields and hearts,
Then vanishes again.
And though my love
might make you bloom,
You turn with fragile
grace
To gaze in aching
loneliness
At someone else's face.
We lust for what we
cannot have,
A long, unbroken chain
Of lovers who remain
unloved
And loved who love in
vain.
While I'm near mad with
wanting you
As trees must have the
sun,
You cannot help but find
a love
Who loves another one.