To thee it may be but a paltry glance,
To me it is as piercing as a lance
That plunges through and breaks in half the heart
That teems with love to thee I would impart.
To worship one that does not do the same
Is but the flaw of cupid’s one-way aim
And one must do to keep in mind the pain
That hurts more than the blood pour’d out of vein.
Beyond the pit of Hades’ hellish flames
Is where thou plays thy esoteric games.
But here I will be stoic‘til thou shows
Again thy celestial face that doth expose
The truest feelings I have ever felt
When falling to the ground before thee, knelt.
by marissa.