Your Face

your face
it is not beautiful

but nonetheless
your face
fills my mind

you do not mind
everyday
you see not even
me
in some eyelash

yet why?
this love persists
i cannot explain somehow
this foolishness
of my dumb heart
unrequited

my brain is angry though
but nonetheless
cannot do otherwise

to kill this love so true
that you
today did not for once ever see.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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