He's not what others portray
I saw his real self today
As I looked through his eyes
Beneath his disguise
I concieved a different aura
One I've never discerned
It was enchanting like dawn
Forever let on  
Known as dangerous and sovereign
But this morning was foreign
Beneath his piercing words, actions
He's longing to be
Like others with glee
To be known as an equal
Even just for a twinkle
Without the presence of the crowd
Of him, I am proud

I've never felt the melancholy of being broken hearted
I've never cried because things ended before they started
I've never had my heart shattered by a **** I once loved
I've never been preciously owned then suddenly shoved
I've never regretted wasting time for someone not worth it
I'm still a finished puzzle, never been incomplete
Feeling fortunate and desiring both at heart's beat
Craving to call someone mine and feel revocable by love
It's typical to be jealous of others ambiences
Especially if behind every sorrow is happiness
But love is an obstacle and with every obstacle is a reward
The strength to keep going and ambitiously move forward
So am I lucky, is this just a phase?
*Or is love something I've been missing out on?