Oh, if for once love were a mutual thing:
There is the man with whom I feel nothing but sisterly affection,
And another who wavers between apathy and contempt for God,
And yet still another whom I have given years, every opportunity, and am met with nothing.
Oh, if for once love were a mutual thing.
I would soar.
Oh, If For Once
June 5, 2008 by sojourninglitterateur
