The More Loving One

I love this poem by W H Auden. It spoke to me so clearly the first time I read it I can't help myself but cry. I was going through a bad, no not bad, rather, a relationship that wasn't going anywhere. Til this day, everytime I come across this poem, I will feel a tinge of sadness. Not that sadness is a bad thing totally. I always feel that we need sadness, or any other kinds of emotion for that matter, in our lives to really fully appreciate happiness. Then again, someone once told me that I liked indulging in sadness or misery. Anyway, here is the poem

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time