1210, You sure its not too much? I mean, lets face it how can you treasure a love that isn't given. Well, I guess its better than my alternative poem "How do I hate thee, let me count the ways" That was a doozie. I wrote a nice one a while back about watching her lover go over a waterfall and crash on the rocks below, I think there was something about burning in the fires of hell in that one too. I like to think I've mellowed since then. Thanks for your input on my poem.
