I have to write, I can't stop. Its within me to be the best I can be.The grief I feel is too prevacive. The only way to get it out is to write. What is my unrequited heart. Is it the mystery/misery <br /> <br />My unrequited heart is miserable without thee until I realize I have found another. <br /> <br />The other is an object of my affection. Not the center of my worship <br /> <br />I love thee with a passionate kiss, a drawing of the wind, pleasure point pursued. I love you with an embrace of the heart.<br /><br />Kimberly (Strothman) Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-don-t-write-i-will-explode-with-an-unrequit/