Love Poems

A poem is someone's soul on paper: It emits a feeling, Perhaps of great rage or warmth or sadness— But the feeling, it is there. But when I read a poem crafted so heartfelt; From one ordinary person to another— Though to someone they see as their Beloved; Someone so divine in their eyes, Everyone else holds but a candle To the beauty of their One— I feel nothing. I feel lost to this poem; I cannot find myself. I feel but an empty, aching longing For something unattainable; something I cannot reach. These poems, they are always crafted so delicately From someone's heart, But I feel nothing when I read it. I always will.