Love gnaws at me

A hunger unfed

Passion unfulfilled

If only in my head.

This hunger consumes,

My source of vexation

Driving relentless

With no elation.

Within this scope

Of my being

I can only hope

For true love

To someday come

My way.

Love drains me

Does not sustain me.

Passing me by

Why

10/04/1980

Author's Note: ... so long ago.....

Posted on 06/09/2008
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