I know what it is to love
- to know my love will never live to be -
Perhaps it is my misplaced hope (or hopefully placed uncertainty)
that drives me; perhaps it is my love which tells me
No relationship founded on unrequited love can survive
- that, in order for my dream to be sustained, it must die -
and perhaps it is my dream which tells me that my love can never die.
Perhaps I am a fool; I know that I am a fool.
I am devoted to my foolishness.
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sigh. You know what I mean?
- Category: Love
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