Dear unrequited love,
You are like incense smoke
Visible yet intangible
As I reach out to touch your skin
You dance around my fingertips
Is this just a game to you?

The fantasy of a lingering glance
Permeates my mind like a pungent perfume
Rancid yet uniquely divine
I become bewildered, feverish, dazed

My heart aches like a wounded animal
Blind, starving, naïve, reckless
Bereft of sensibility
Singing wildly out of longing
I cannot silence its foolish call

Do you know what you've caused?
This inexplicable sense of melancholy
That ebbs and flows like spring tides
But only worsens the drought

Oh, my dear unrequited love,
I can ask for nothing less than your all.