Because it’s St. Valentine’s Day, I’m gonna share a poem that I’ve loved since high school.


The Look

by: Sara Teasdale

Stephon kissed me in the spring,

   Robin in the fall,

But Colin only looked at me

  And never kissed at all.


Stephon’s kiss was lost in jest,

  Robin’s lost in play,

But the kiss in Colin’s eyes

  Haunts me night and day.



Is this unrequited love or what?