She Never Chose Me

She really never chose me as a friend. At least not to my knowledge publicly, (‘Or any other, ’ she once claimed to me) . Her photo album empty but for those Whose supplicant entreaties did impose Themselves upon her hospitality Who asked for an honored place there in. (She was somehow reluctant to offend) But faces that appeared there were just men. Although this was an honor I declined I dreamt some day that I might be her love She wanted love too, when push came to shove Her verses filled with loneliness and pain And yet it seemed only phantoms could gain Access to charms which only she knew of And though many suitors sought her classes No single heart could ever claim her mind, She offered only runes for the masses. Though I may not be publicly chosen In our verse I have fared somewhat better For in poetry realms I still vet her Sometimes echo her rhymes with my vision That can sometimes influence decision, And with softened reality whet her. If not stake a claim, at least touch her mind Truly see that her heart is not frozen, And find her feelings for me more than kind.