She Need Not

She Need Not

She need not love me back, 

It is not a bargain nor a sale.

Love, my friends, in its purest,

Seeks not return or alms.

Woe to me.

Her heart I could not win.

She need not kiss my lips,

Let them be parched, dried, bruised without hers.
She need not breathe into me,
Let me be gasping for life.
She need not slay my demons with the touch of her hand,
Let me be driven into the wilderness.
Let my head be hung in loss.
Let me be a drunkard lying on the streets, stoned by children.
Let me be spit at, let me be laughed at.
She need not smile at me,
Let me be tormented a castaway.
She need not love me back,
For I am not worthy of her.