I have to write, I can't stop. Its within me to be the best I can be.The grief I feel is too prevacive. The only way to get it out is to write. What is my unrequited heart. Is it the mysterymisery br br My unrequited heart is miserable without thee until I realize I have found another. br br The other is an object of my affection. Not the center of my worship br br I love thee with a passionate kiss, a drawing of the wind, pleasure point pursued. I love you with an embrace of the heart.