Too much of this, yet ne'er enough, for you <br />alone can fill this empty void within my heart <br />wherein reason fails & of mem'ry all is rue. <br />I beg you lady, to begin. What's left is all your part. <br /> <br />I've done all that I might do. T'is you who now must start <br />to return the love that I ha' given freely through the years; <br />to make it blossom all anew, to soothe away the smart <br />of those rebuff's 'til now you've shown & henceforth cease all jeers. <br /> <br />It seemeth so, that ne'er will cease, a flowing of my tears. <br />And here you are: so near yet far & distant in your care <br />that from my longing heart doth flow a chilling cold of fears <br />that never more your touch I'll know, or fragrance of your hair. <br /> <br />Tell me love & tell me true, doth hope at all remain? <br />Or is our future, like our past, a love that longs in vain? <br /> <br />(Copyright 11/25/2005)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unrequited-heart-a-sonnet/
