I've got a blog block. I'll just render the poem

Isn't it funny how ripples fade into the water?
Isn't it strange how they disappear without a trace?
I wish my pain was just that way
To fade like mist, dry the tears on my face
Oh, how I learnt love the hard way
To learn that I can't make you love me
It's the power of letting go that rules
It's knowing that

I am suddenly feeling a wave of claivoiyancy... the oracles predict a theme of unrequited love in the next few poems... ok ok, I lie. More than a few.