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They write poems of love that’s lost,
Lovers whose paths once more crossed.
They write poems of how they miss
The feeling of their lover’s kiss.
They write poems of life and death,
Of their lover’s final breath,
But never do they write of those
Of whom a lover’s ne’er been known.
They don’t write of those who cried—
(For the love they’ve been denied
More than once—twice, or thrice)
Who never tasted paradise.
They don’t write of those who still,
Through misery and anguished will
Continue loving, but in vain,
And always in love will remain.
They don’t write of those who know,
That each beloved will tell them “no”;
They only write of those who’ve had—
Who’ve felt the good as well as bad.
And I can’t say whether it’s worse
To have the unloved lover’s curse,
For it’s all I have ever known,
To like, to love, but be alone.