For some reason I can hear Mona Golabek,
the host of the Romantic Hours reading this
poem outloud. I hope I haven't unconsciously
plagiarized it, or at least the refrain.
If so my apologies to the poet, but what
can you expect when you capture another's
feelings so intimately.
IT IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE
It is not impossible;
It is possible
To fall in love with
Someone incapable of
Returning your love.
It is not impossible;
It is possible
For your love to
Grow despite her never
Returning your love.
It is not impossible;
It is possible
You will suffer and
Suffer intensely and
Learn then surely that
It is not impossible;
It is possible
To love and suffer
Without her, yes, without
Her ever knowing.
It is not impossible,
No, not impossible at all;
It is possible
After all, to love, and
Have your love grow
And yet remain alone.
It is not impossible,
No, not impossible at all;
It is possible, quite possible.
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