Beauty

The feeling that I still have for her grows,
Perhaps because we are kept apart.
This quandary is not new,
One that afflicts pain on my heart.
People amongst me jape it’s love true.
Rarely does such a ravisher pass.
Even rarer is the feeling returned.
A friendship that I desire will e’er last,
A feeling hoped that will never be adjourned.
The woman of my endless dreams,
Shall stay just out of my reach, or so it seems…

-Jefferson Davis-