My life has been a blank 'til now
The page so neat, the lines so clear
Unspoilt with words, kept laminated for show
A perfect virgin white, kept clean by fear

No foresight I had that I'd find a love
Someone for whom to make a change in life
With haste I wrote a great poem undreamt of
Without a thought for all our strife

My sheet now cluttered, no hope to return
Love's blindness to thank for all of my mess
Yet I won't go back even though I burn
Her own fear keeps this from coming to rest

Of all my sorrows my greatest has been
The rejection I met when love settled in

-- Andy Goth <unununium@openverse.org>