An Unrequited Tale

She gives
her heart
Like flyers
out on the street--
existing only
to be desolated
by those
who cannot
see.

She loves--
the kind
where she is blind
and unfailingly meek;
where the emptiness
of her palm,
and the pain
she has been,
cannot deplete
the love she
offers for
free.

She has shattered
in ways
unknown
because she
gives--
Her love,
Her heart
that has never 
received.