Sonnet Sunday 13: The Lonely Heart

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I’ve never been someone who guys have naturally found attractive, nor am I particularly forward about my feelings. The net result has been a fair number of one-sided crushes on my part. Today’s sonnet is a 10ish-year-old product of one of them. Even though I’ve probably been stuck in this position more than most people, I’d still like to think it’s a common experience.

The Lonely Heart

Words said in jest might mean a thousand things,
A simple smile might mean a thousand more;
A glance leaves wearied, sad hearts wondering,
And silence leaves the optimist unsure.
T
he lonely heart, now burdened with desire,
With jealous passion looks for love’s return.
An accidental brush may raise a choir;
A glance elsewhere, and fear of lover’s scorn.
If only I could peek inside your brain
And trace the trails of your unconscious thought
Love’s symptoms, I, physician, to explain—
Or honest nothingness. Though then distraught,
I’d rather have discovered it a bluff
Than to remain uncertain and in love.

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