Thoughts on the Void

I do not love you
In any way this world would know.
You are not a star, nor the sun,
Nor the moon in a sea of darkness.
You are not a song to be sung
When long days weather wits to weary ends.
You are not the parting of black clouds charged with angry energy,
And you do not ride calm winds across shaky waves.
You are not the voice that bids me rise
As faulty nerves force frail legs to flee.
You did not whisper words of hope
When despair took hold.
You never chose me,
But it matters not.
I do not love you
In any way this world would know.
I love you in a way
Those pale pretending thoughts
Could never show.