what of those who cannot sing,
who cannot bear their souls,
send them lofty away on pleasant notes
that deliver hearts from the cold?
what of those who do not love,
who do not empty their hearts
to the sky, the moon, the blinding sun,
and sit lonely 'neath the stars?
and what of those whom Love ignores,
who cannot see their dreams,
their fantasy romance e'er come true,
ah, yes, Love, what of me?
a/n: poetry attack! i showed this to my friend... she insists that i frame and sign a copy of this for her, and also that i publish it. somewhere even bigger than fictionpress. she loves this. i'm not sure why... yes, i like it, but is it really that good?