It hurts.
Constantly following you
            just because I should.
Or perhaps to rid the pain
            of which I could never gain

Inside...

Like moth to the flame
         whereby the thing
         I most dear
                   will burn me right here
         from where I stand

Outside...

While he dates you on restos
         And give you those chocos
         Everything you do,
Is a nail to my heart

Spite of my pain
       and my ultimate travail
I await the chance
       to catch you on my arms

But while I can't
                  I would still pursue

    just for this
                  improbable chance.

As if it is a
puzzle,

My unrequited
love left
Went our
distant ways

Bound to
meet again
By the red
string of faith

Without
having met at all.

That Pearl hanging
by
your cheek,
If it's for me,
I think it's glee

Otherwise,
It's not
    beautiful
at all.

How crazy it is that we met,
Every scene of it, I would not forget.
Reality of my fantasy.

If she would leave here,
           to fill her pail,
           to seek her keep,
           then I concede.  

But I cannot chart
           that it pains my heart,
           to see her smile
                  as I see her fly.