For A.McG.-B; YouA Poem by J.M. Walsh
Is this the end of my heart’s toil?
An unreturned reply,
An unrequited love.
How can I abandon this road?
Though a famine road it may be,
A path I can hardly understand,
As with God,
As with you.
What faith have I in you, and why?
The years have aged my memories,
But the smile and charm still lives,
With your voice,
With your kindness.
But who the hell was I, anyway?
But a boy trapped in your beauty,
Staring hopelessly lost in you,
Wishing for you,
Wanting only you.
© 2012 J.M. Walsh
Added on January 1, 2012
Last Updated on January 1, 2012
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