Poem: Unrequited

Wanting to spend all my time with her.
Being cavemen would make this quite easy.
Yet being a person of AD 2009 in the US of A
not so easy.

I could work all the time
and see her on the weekends,
the evenings and Hollidays off.
But I'd be so upset
just from being a slave
that my manners would cause me to scoff.

I could give up my pride
and move in with her mother,
though it won't last forever,
we'd have a few months of peace
and time close together,
my Goddess that can't be so bad.

Or you could be a bum
and come out with me
the two of us out on the road.
Though I'm, fond of the thought
there's something which tells me
our amories here would carrode.

So I go with the days
and I sleep in the nights
and I curse the big maker
of love.

For giving me something,
I don't know how to use,
like giving the hand-less,
a glove.