There is no more painful love
than unrequited love
A heart that is open
pouring out to another
but an empty space
like a vacuum
with nothing in return
Like giving a gift
‘Tis better to give than receive
And the heart offers freely
all of its wonderful presents
Free of expectations
when truly filled with love
It blindly releases itself to another
With a simple creed
‘I am for you’
Like the wall of a dam
suddenly letting go
A deluge of emotions
Thoughtful, interest, caring, warmth, love
A flowing waterfall
of Niagara proportions
However, without intention
which goes without saying
since the truer the love
the blinder it be
The vacated space
creates a sudden vacuum
A sharp, deep pit left
where once all of itself was housed
For a brief time
the heart is unaware
still glowing in the warmth
from the happiness and joy
of the love it gives
But slowly the glow fades
And the presence of the empty space
becomes more obvious
and apparent
A coldness sets in
An addict looking for a fix
The heart desperately seeks
in return what it has given
Never intending to give with strings
but so it finds itself
now tied to another
with the strongest of bonds
The intense fulfilling feeling
once experienced
Replaced with anguish,
longing, loneliness and pain
The mind and heart begin
an epic civil war
Feeling the torment
and seeing the destruction
the mind invokes all its resources
to break the bonds
the heart has created
But with hope that is
almost sad and pitiful
the heart refuses to let go
So sure of the ties it made
And fighting back with all
of its might to defeat
any attempt
the mind has
to remove the bonds of love
A man at war with himself
will find himself at war with others
And so, the inner conflict
resonates outwardly
displayed aptly with defiance
and destruction
Like a pebble in a pond
each action creates ripples
Slowly at first
but then with exponential speed
a life is destroyed
leaving only a broken
and beaten shell
And after all the destruction
and loss
All of the pain and suffering
The tears and sorrow
At this moment
standing on a pile
of nothing but debris
The mind,
with a sense of arrogance
and certainty,
confronts the heart
and pointedly asks,
“Do you see now?!
Do you see the
error of your ways??
Look what it has cost us!
Do you see the
mistake you’ve made?!”
Without hesitation or waiver
the heart responds
with a steady certainty
that is calm and cool in nature,
“No. Love is a risky venture.
One always, ‘takes a chance at love’.
But I will not admit
fault for trying.
When I love
I love freely and openly
I offer all of myself
without expectations
It’s only when you get involved
and create conflict within
that we have problems
To love is to love
It brings joy and happiness within itself
If it is not returned
then it is not returned
but an open and loving heart
can not feel emptiness and pain for it is filled with love
And there is no greater reward
than finding that love in another
and having another
find that love
in you
Life *****, Because there is to much Unrequited love
