Do you know what it is to be tortured in love?
Not that it may see you perish within the day,
instead it eats at you slowly as you wither away.
Whatever strength you had left to look forward
And instead, found yourself looking back in dismay?
Have you felt the petals of a rose, like a bouquet of daggers
Sliding gently, without injury, along the line of your throat?
Threatening the ultimate, yet delivering only fear.
I ask, have you ever felt the burning of unrequited love?