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
