I looked upon love once
but love did not see me
I cried out her name
I do believe she heard me
but love did not turn in my
favor instead she looked
past me through me
without a second glance
love did not see me
she did not know what
she was hearing
so I listened for loves
soft call
yet love did not reply
I looked upon love once
but love did not see me
I cried out her name
I do believe she heard me
but methinks perhaps
my cry was deafening
so I watched love and waited
waited for love to recognize
my voice although myself
having never heard loves soft
whisper did not know proper
the song to sing
I looked upon love once
she was gracious and kind
she held sway the beauty I
admired and endeared to
call my own yet I was not love
she was love love was hers alone
to this day still I wait for her
I wait for the echo of my shrill heart
to be received however I am afraid
I looked upon love once
but love had no wish like mine
to love for love did not turn in my
favor instead she looked
past me through me
as I must have been
her opposite hate
I cried out to love once
only to have it be in vain
and now the blood in both
our veins is tainted
with the hurt of lust
Oh how love was not meant
to ever be my own.


ELEETE J MUIR