Ph: Love: She Never Chose Me
Poem By Brian Johnston
She really never chose me as a friend.
At least not to my knowledge publicly,
(‘Or any other, ' she once claimed to me) .
Her photo album empty but for those
Whose supplicant entreaties did impose
Themselves upon her hospitality
Who asked for an honored place there in.
(She was somehow reluctant to offend)
But faces that appeared there were just men.
Although this was an honor I declined
I dreamt some day that I might be her love
She wanted love too, when push came to shove
Her verses filled with loneliness and pain
And yet it seemed only phantoms could gain
Access to charms which only she knew of
And though many suitors sought her classes
No single heart could ever claim her mind,
She offered only runes for the masses.
Though I may not be publicly chosen
In our verse I have fared somewhat better
For in poetry realms I still vet her
Sometimes echo her rhymes with my vision
That can sometimes influence decision,
And with softened reality whet her.
If not stake a claim, at least touch her mind
Truly see that her heart is not frozen,
And find her feelings for me more than kind.