I grieve for the love I’ve never had,
Rather than to grieve for the love I’ve lost.
For a love lost brings with it the sting of pain,
That unrequited love does not in cost.
Where the senses go in such a personal blow,
Is not achieved in love’s reservation.
For to have and to hold and to have that go cold,
Is past all devastation.
It is the game of love in the search for the prize,
To be forever had.
That the searching end will bring either joy,
Or a heart forever sad.
But the truth be known for all who dare,
To seek love’s perfect destinations.
Some will find it; others will not,
But all will share in love’s expectations.
Picture: Labyrinths Of Love 1 By Svilen Milev