The barrier that can’t be scaled,
The wall that’s never coming down;
The distance that’s too far to cross,
The adjective that has no noun
The meaning that no word entails,
The cooling breeze that leaves a burn —
The desperate love I feel for you
That you won’t know, and can’t return.
The field of empty lullabies,
The children we could never share;
The heart, rejoicing as it dies,
The you that I see everywhere
The smile upon your winning face,
Your open heart, ethereal —
The desperate love I feel for you
That you don’t share and cannot feel.
A dream, remaindered for a pence,
A selling cheap, and bargain made;
The friendly look you cast my way
As I repaint what I’ve portrayed
The spring, the harvest, and the grain –
The death of all expectancy —
The desperate love I have for you
That you could never have
For me
I feel you. My heart knows these words too.
“The adjective that has no noun.” I loved that. Unrequited love creates a pain that seems impossible to remedy, but it truly puts a great appreciation on love when it is returned ❤
My comment is simple, and basic: Exceptionally written
“The meaning that no word entails”…”The death of all expectancy” -words too close for comfort and, yes, beautifully written.
Words fail me. Thank goodness they did not fail you!
This was always one of my favorites.
Full of emotions and beautiful. Can feel each word piercing through my heart.
Wow emotional!
I concur with your other readers. This was beautiful and heart-wrenching at the same time.