MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM (A poem of the unloved)

Love is blatant,
it does not endure pain.
In loving someone,
you find no gain.
What is company?
No bearings in life.
Like food and water,
it is unending strife.
To be with someone,
the longingness grief
for love has broken,
deceived my belief.
A life of the loved,
when butterflies die
would sooner corrupt bedazzling skies....