Poetry about love, sort of.

A short and simple ‘observation on life’ poem:

Unrequited love 
To feed an unrequited love 
Is to be a moon orbiting a planet 
You are held at a safe distance 
Suspended by the unseen force of gravity 
It is economical but you don’t really go anywhere 
Literally and figuratively. 
Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com

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