The Undated Poems Collection

Love is a many splendored thing,
but it can also be hell on Earth.
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
Have you seen him think about what could of been?

Tears and thoughts of what I never had,
glimpses of something I could of had
But the hard truth that I have to admit -
to myself and my mind and soul,
is that I cannot have you.

My everlasting caste,
my pain, my tears, my hurt,
for all to see.

I sometimes wonder, if Love is worth fighting over?
The one who is in my mind's eye,
I cannot, God I have tried, to let her go.
But I have not been able too.

My everlasting caste,
hell on Earth,
Blot out the pain from the words if you can,
fore I cannot forego the wanting and pain in my heart.

My everlasting caste, I live it,
every day, all day.
I only now hope for my luck to change.