(Author's Notes: These poems I wrote that are very close to my heart, and if you want to review them, go ahead. They are three poems of unrequited love, so I'll warn you they're not cheerful. And they're probably not very good, either, but oh well. ~Cinaed)

Poems of Unrequited Love

By Cinaed

~~ Requiem for a Glass Heart ~~

Sing the requiem for a glass heart!
Sing for the shattered glass
That embeds its shards into my frame

Brush away the sparkling glass
Hold them up as they glimmer
Dancing rainbows in the sunlight's gaze

Reveal the ruins of a glass heart
The shimmering shards beautiful
Lovely even in the tragedy of their origins

Sing the requiem for a glass heart!
Sing for the shattered glass
That broke at the briefest, amiable glance

Pluck the ruins from my form
Pile the iridescent splinters
Into a multihued pile by my fallen frame

Let the moonlight light them silver
Permit them their charming dance
Allow the moonbeams to caress the pieces

Sing the requiem for a glass heart!
Sing for the shattered glass
That splintered at your smile

~~ A Beauty Inside ~~

There's a beauty inside you, beloved
There's a beauty only I can see
It's in your smile and your dark eyes
It's in your benevolent glee

There's a beauty inside you, beloved
A beauty not outside your skin
It's in your soul and your soft laugh
It's a beauty deep, deep within

There's a beauty inside you, beloved
A beauty of which I am almost in fear
It's the way you cover your mouth to laugh
Your mirth muffled yet for all to hear

There's a beauty inside you, beloved
It's the way you smile at me
And although you do not love me,
Still my hope forever will be

~~ Ill-timed Devotion ~~

An ill-timed devotion, do I dare call my love for you this?
Any other time, any other place, perhaps I might have dared,
Perhaps I might have pressed my lips to yours;
But this is not another time and for that I am lost,
Our love is platonic in your eyes thought not in mine...

A secret longing fills my very soul and brings tears,
A yearning that will never be full-filled in this life or the next;
I am doomed to failure because of my foolishness
Because of Eros; curse Eros and all his mischief!
My love is hidden deep within my heart, away in private chambers...

On the outside I am unable to keep my face from glowing with delight,
Unable to keep my eyes from dancing as you speak to me;
People glance at me and yet they don't see my love,
A fact of which I will be forever grateful about;
No one will know of my love, my pretend-platonic love...

And so I weep tears of pearls into my jersey pillow,
Bury my dark head against the soft, soothing fabric,
Trying to ease my ache for your sweet smile dazzling me;
Attempting to forget about your bright laughter filling my ears,
Striving to ignore all of the urges to kiss your mouth with ardor...

All ill-timed devotion, do I dare call my love for you this?
Any other lifetime perhaps I might have dared;
Perhaps I would have shattered boundaries with a kiss;
But this is not another lifetime and for that I am lost,
Our love will be forever unrequited, forever unreturned...