Love, you are so cruel to one so gentle,
So careless with your heart invading dart.
So lightly you light a virgin candle,
Then let her waste wastefully in the dark.
For what good is light to the blind seer,
Or being viewed by unvaluing eyes?
It is like music to a deaf ear,
Unheard, unnoticed, uncherished it dies.
Oh Love, lonely it is to love alone,
To burn with passion for one cold as ice.
Why match a tender heart with heart of stone?
Like for unlike is virtue matched with vice.
Tormenting tyrant, cease misgovernance.
Be kinder and more careful with your dart.
For you self-murder with your negligence:
To flourish love needs more than just one heart.
© Heather Sharnette