I think it's a aweful feeling to love, and the love not returned. How many of us have had this happen? Your are blessed, Lucky or Wise beyond your years if you go through life having not to suffer from this feeling

What creature's... imperfect are we,
Our hearts to lead us lost?
And journey on the stormy sea,
'Tis a journey must be crossed.

We blindly see what wasn't there,
As man- less water... the image sees,
A mirage of beauty- she didn't care,
He falls down lost upon his knees.

His image gone and ne'er returns,
A journey now at end,
A tortured soul- his lesson learned,
'Til another mirage for him does send.