From he I read love and hope and wishes,
in dark brown eyes set within the face
of a man I know I can never love
in the capacity that he would adore.
It saddens me, it hurts my heart.
Here is provided goodness, love, gentleness,
and it is not what I would take.
Here in front of me is the soul of a man
who would give all for merely a night.
And how do I repay this generosity?
With rejection, though it is mere honesty.
Is this not what I have asked for?
Is this not my heart's desire?
Yes and no, the conflicted answer,
to the ironic request of the universal force.
It is somewhat of that which I have asked,
and I treasure the friendship that has evolved,
but the flip side of the coin is a request.
And it has been requested.
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