To Love and Not be Loved by Tobenna O
To be in love doth not demand thy love in return,
Yet to muster the fortitude to walk in thy shadow and behold the dearest light.
Silence lies unsought yet unveils itself in darkest hours,
Where willows weep, my heart covets thy gaze resting upon me,
Thou art mine antidote,
Without thee I shall be terminally ill.
Oh love, Oh love, ease me,
For my soul finds not the magnitude of stillness,
Thou grow'st mine roses,
Thou flourish'st mine daisies,
Yet as leaves do shake in sign of autumn's end
So doth thy love for me refuse to replenish itself.