Lumpy Throat Confession

My lord, how I love you!

      but, 

            ill-posed stars! 

            'tis but the love of

            the garden-variety

            Romantic: 

Deep & fathomless

Forever & eternal

Unrequited & doomed 

             in every way imaginable... 

Still, my heart beats for two. 

I dream for two, all the while

knowing

              that

                     it

                        is 

                           for

                                naught. 

So I celebrate the equation

of love and pain with

a shower of

                   unsalted tears. 

Expected, worshipped and 

quite 

         inevitable.