“It’s just a crush,” they told him,
“You’ll grow out of it,” they said;
Well, it’s been thirteen years,
And there she is, still in his head —
For being young does not mean
One can’t tell false love from true;
Or know the ache of loving someone
Who does not love
You
[As is frequently true, the ubiquitous “they” were wrong – Owen]
This one stings … ho many times do we impose our own love on a non-receptive recipient?