A sad but true:
Tale of Unrequited Love.
He's black as coal; black as night;
she's most definitely white.
He hangs around outside her house
shy and timid as a mouse
hoping that one day she may
cast a loving glance his way.
Like some lost soul he follows her
Nothing, nothing can deter
this his neverending quest:
not wind, not rain, nor need of rest.
But does she care? No, she does not
she really doesn't give a jot.
She glares at him and walks on by
unconcerned, her head held high.
Oliver, for that's his name,
keeps on trying just the same
Though she goes on shunning him
his lovelight never seems to dim.
Does his passion sound too sordid?
Will his patience be rewarded?
Why oh why can he not see
that she only cares for me.
Oliver is doomed to pine -
Her faithful, feline heart is mine.
Orange Blossom
July 01
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