The lady that I love showed me the door, <br />Said someone else had far more sex-appeal, <br />She didn't want to see me anymore, <br />And you can guess the way that made me feel! <br />Why is it that my choice is always wrong <br />And I am left to rhyme the pain away? <br />Can unrequited love burst into song <br />And help the poet face another day? <br />Mere poetry could never quite console <br />Me for the tears and heartache in my life, <br />And rhyme and metre are inadequate <br />To staunch the wounds of my unhappy soul, <br />So I cry out that it's a bitter fate <br />To have no compensation for my grief, <br />The splintered heart cannot be rendered whole, <br />This is the curse and torment of my life.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwanted-love-8/
