In the past unrequited love has been seen as certain romantic ideal. Certainly in the Irish folk tradition there’s been a certain cache of stoic nobility applied to unrequited love. In recent times this has been replaced by the idea of the friendzone where it has been given a cache of being wronged or owed something. These are both ridiculous ideas which prop themselves up on the idea that their love is purer and therefore somehow more valuable than any other offer. Something which is undoubtedly bullshit. So here’s the classic unrequited love versus the perspective of the unfortunate finding themselves as the object of unwanted affections.
i. Love As Feathers
There’s nothing more beautiful
-than unrequited love,
it’s smiled on from high by god above.
It’s giving without taking,
never tainted with lies or faking.
It expects nothing in return,
yet with passion’s fervor burn.
Pure as any angel’s feather,
and through wildest storm will weather.
An ever present shining light,
guiding home in darkest night.
A pure and white peaceful dove,
nothing is as beautiful
-as unrequited love.
ii. Love As Fetters
You say your love
-is as pure as angel’s feathers,
but I know what’s going
-on in your nethers.
Sitting in the corner stressing,
with your eyes your undressing.
Nothing about your love is pure,
and by your actions you want more.
Your love I choose to forgo,
it’s nothing but lust and ego.
Your advances at times are scary,
whenever you’re near I must be wary.
Move along with your life,
I have no intention of being your wife.