Like the lonely sun, <br />passionately longing <br />to kiss the man in the moon, <br />she, the bookworm, <br />cannot hope to ever touch <br />even the dimpled chin <br />of oblivious him, <br />who has never read <br />Blake, Machado, <br />Wordsworth, or Poe <br />for that matter. <br /> <br />Even so, out from her eyes <br />she shines on him alone <br />the pure unreasoning light <br />of musingly sad youthful love, <br />all the while dreaming <br />day and night <br />how best to span <br />the unfathomable gulf <br />that lies between them.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spanning-the-unfathomable-gulf/
