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