For love is not returned with equal due.
I grasp at dreams and fill this sodden page,
But hide when rational mind strides into view.
I know that this is foolishness to feel.
I know that he is weak and self-absorbed.
I know that I need someone to be real,
Who'll love in every deed as well as word.
But take this heart away, what is there left?
A girl who shoots on sight before she'll fall.
I have to follow this love to its rest
If I'm to follow any love at all.
