You want a love poem, huh? Not a platonic one, a REAL love poem? You got it.
Feel free to suggest a title.
I know, dear heart,
The love I bear thee be not love.
Yet what other name be the dart
That stick so deeply in my soul?
I am not whole
The love I proffer thee, I know,
Be but deep devotion,
And unbound emotion,
Yet even so-
Could that make it no less true?
So much would I love to say
In two months from my memory you’ll go
And yet all year and every day
The answer is, as always, “No.”
That is the girl that I have never been-
To stop such love when finding that I could not win
When I close my eyes, ’tis yours I see
How should I make this cease to be?
I love you for the love that I might give
Adore you for the promise I might live
I know in this your heart is firm-
You love me not, and never will
Without cessation, I love thee still.