Torture to Love Unloved

Torture to love unloved,

To wander about the middling obscure

Fictionalizing possibilities

While feeding on mediocre memories.

Life is beyond the vaulted ceiling

Throughout the vaulted skies

Where stars aren’t merely make-believe

But really dimples of the moon.

Love cannot be planned

It can’t be predictable

It can’t be pretend

I hope

For days yet to dawn

That have no sunset

And smile for irrepressible joy.

Here's a link to my other poems:

Poetry by Rose West
The reason I've put this collection together is partly because of myself. I thought it would make things easy if I had all my poetry cataloged in one place. If I get organized, maybe none of my poems will get...

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Jane Grey Level 3 Commenter 2 years ago

Beloved Anne Elliot of "Persuasion" to Captain Harville, friend of Captain Wentworth:

"We certainly do not forget you so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions."

A truer word was spoken by the Heavenly Husband: "I will never leave you, nor forsake you."