ABOUT THE POEM: "Love didn’t touch me" is a sorrowful reflection on a life lived in complete emotional solitude, defined by the crushing absence of reciprocal affection. The narrator portrays himself as an "unsung song," observing the universal ease with which others connect while he remains "untouched" and bitter, perpetually standing at a distance. The poem culminates in a painful self-doubt, questioning if the narrator is inherently flawed—unable to perceive or experience the fundamental colors of love felt by everyone else.Love didn’t touch me,
A whole life went by.
No one desired me-
A girl perhaps-
But I am untouched,
Like a song unsung.
Teenage was foolish and youth has been lonely.
I’ve watched this wonderful world,
Standing still at a distance.
When the moon ruled the beautiful night sky,
My longing heart burned like a furnace.
Everyone has a hand to hold,
Friends embrace and lovers kiss,
While I walk alone, drifting untethered-
A soul full of bitterness,
Waiting for a shooting star
Which I’m destined to miss.
A few drew close with intent,
Only to tease, to double the pain.
So this whole life of mine
Holds nothing to show,
And I’ve had nothing to gain.
There’s something missing in me
That all of you seem to know:
You are loved, and you can love,
You know what it is to hold someone,
And to have someone to hold.
And sometimes I wonder
If I’m simply unable to love at all-
If the green I feel is not your green,
And your pink burns a red
I will never see.
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