Love Poem Help???

Question:What are some good poems about love but about love that you want but can't have. Like loving your best friend but you can't have him because he's taken already. Basically poems about about wanting the one you love but you can't have them.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: What are some good poems about love but about love that you want but can't have. Like loving your best friend but you can't have him because he's taken already. Basically poems about about wanting the one you love but you can't have them.

Never stop fighting
Never let them extinguish the fire inside
The inspiration you left behind
The only thing left for me to fight
Was getting past each day and night.
Not as simple as it would seem
You were the only one who would believe
The things I said, the way I would feel
If I was weak, you'd be my steel
Now you're getting married
I feel my body becoming burried
Married? To one simple girl?
But it's the one who tore apart my world.
How could you do this to me?
I ask as I feel you leave.

Look up the poetry of John Keats. He was a 19th Century English Romantic poet. He had diseases, so he was unable to be with the one he loved.

It depends on what you mean by it. Do you want a poem that is already made, or a poem that is all your own with words describing what you think of him? Without knowing what you want said about him then you can never find the right poem.

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shook up
like a hand full of dice
getting things staight
would be rather nice
tossed with a tumble
the odds of the game
my love for you
still remains the same
as long as i dont crap out
i still have a chance
at our lost love
and all the romance

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet II

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.