At Loves Gate Poem by Nyx C Styx

sometimewithin us will arise
that unintentional feeling
that we beg to be returned
by those who hardly find us apealing.

do we blame them or ourselves for loving?
I once stood inches from loves gate
and you where everywhere save there.
a lapse of judgement we call fate

holds one to many a thread around my neck.
baron is the dream land that pictured thee
in it I have not slept a solid night since
thinking of the one I found to be oh so lovely.

If I can escape you, you escape me not
for a single thought conjures you in fresh flesh
before me, I hoped, as if in a dream, alasI rise
as one whom all their wounds are ripped afresh

you who does nothing in my hours of torment
because you were never there to start
tell me, do I blame the mind that searched
for meanings or the feelings of this heart?