I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
…
She wished she was his. She wished he was hers.
She wished that she was the first goddess that capture his heart. But alas, she was too late. He was already with another.
Nemesis always too late. And Ares always unreachable.
…
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
…
He knows that she loved him. She always is and he always knows.
And yet, he can't return her feelings. He was always the coward. Always too afraid.
He was the roguish, terrible, brutal god. She was the beautiful, talented, swift goddess.
How to reach her heart without hurting her in the process?
Ares always lost. And Nemesis always clueless.
…
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
…
It was an unrequited love, yet their love at each other always grew stronger.
They never met again, never together, never side by side. Yet, they always feel closer, always in tune, always in harmony.
They were equal, made by those above them. But never together, observed by their kin.
Never and always. Always and never.
Never together. Always separated.
Their hearts never open. Their hearts always closed.
Never be loved. Always in love.
He was never loved. But he always in love with her.
Never tell. Always in secret.
She will never tell him of how she loved him. She will always keep it as her secret.
Never and always.
The poetry is 'I Am Not Yours' by Sara Teasdale.