To _____

But once I dared to lift my eyes,
To lift my eyes to thee;
And, since that day, beneath the skies,
No other sight they see.

In vain sleep shuts them in the night.
The night grows day to me,
Presenting idly to my sight
What still a dream must be.

A fatal dream--for many a bar
Divides thy fate from mine;
And still my passions wake and war,
But peace be still with thine.

----- Lord Byron



(and yes, that really is the title! Still, it makes you wonder..)

I doubt that it's generic verse,
writ for every girl the same,
there is but one who knows it's hers -
she whom he must never name.

:)

I love poetry. It conveys so much with so little.