You are,
my heart, soul, and flower.
My mirrored kin and spirit,
yet looks and kisses unreturned.
You are,
the beating heart of my soul,
still waves of unrequited love
crash, pummeling my psyche.
You are,
my flower whose petals never wilt –
rather, bloom on my moonlight of solitude,
as you bask in the sunshine of companionship.
You are,
the congenial mate for my soul.
one to draw me close,
one to deny.








I once experienced this with the mate of a friend of mine. I had to love her from a distance…She wanted to return the feelings, and shared that she did but couldn’t.
It was a tough place to be. The contradictions that love can present are so-well advanced in this poem.
A really good read.
j.