Friday, June 16, 2006

SMS Poetry

If this poem sounds very familiar to you, you know who you are. Thanks.

I loved you
and that love,
to die refusing,
May still - who knows!
be smouldering in my breast.
Pray be not pained - believe me,
of my choosing,
I'd never have you troubled or destressed
I loved you mutely
hopelessly and truly,
with shy yet fervent aglow;
Mine was a jealous passion and unruly...
May God grant that another will love you so!