I read a poem once about unrequited love,
Only I �thought at first it said unrequired loved,
Which is a whole other animal entirely.
And so, having that idea in my head,��
unrequired love became a love I wished for:
An essay submitted purely as offering,�
A sacrificial work of your own hands,�
neither asked for nor expected. �
Write me a poem, a metaphor�
that breaks�the bank and turns clich�s�
on their heads, makes a mockery of form.
Write me a novella, chronicle of our love,�
Only because you want to, not because
you saw this poem. �