The lady that I love showed me the door,
Said someone else had far more sex-appeal,
She didn't want to see me anymore,
And you can guess the way that made me feel!
Why is it that my choice is always wrong
And I am left to rhyme the pain away?
Can unrequited love burst into song
And help the poet face another day?
Mere poetry could never quite console
Me for the tears and heartache in my life,
And rhyme and metre are inadequate
To staunch the wounds of my unhappy soul,
So I cry out that it's a bitter fate
To have no compensation for my grief,
The splintered heart cannot be rendered whole,
This is the curse and torment of my life.

John Thorkild Ellison

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwanted-love-8/