Love Is In the Accepting of It

There are those we would so like to love but what we would offer they cannot accept; and the love they would have for us is such we cannot receive it, not and remain faithful to ourselves.  There is then a terrible stalemate.  Instead of the love we might wish there is to offer, and an outdoing in the force with which we each present it, but no acceptance and so it is not love at all.  It is concern and a wish for something more, something that might be shared.  It is the best that can be, but it is surrounded by so much emptiness.