The Greatest PainLike Tantalus ‘fore a fruit-laden branch,
Just out of reach doth love so often lie.
Ripp’ling tempermental tides mustn’t stanch,
But wash the poisoned apple of the eye.
A tunnel enter those who sell their heart,
Where no light at the end is there to guide
Their foolish feelings toward the proper art
Of emotions fate seemly hath defied.
A vicious tug of war do heartstrings play;
A battle still inside oneself is fought -
The brain belies beliefs the heart conveys;
Bosom negates with what the mind is wrought.
And yet both show helplessness most supine
Upon my wishing that she would be mine.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]
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