Once,
I thought.
Then it grew,
Becoming affectionate towards you.
I began writing for you,
Though I know you never knew,
Or, at least, in a million years.
I know this is real love, not infatuation,
And so I would hope you could read this.
I guess it would not matter if you feel differently,
Because, from the bottom of my heart, I love you unconditionally.
You might see this as a joke, or a blasphemy,
But dear, believe me, all of this is real;
Though you would not see, dear, please understand:
I may not be that one, destined,
Or the one making you smile,
I love you, whatever comes,
And no matter what,
Love is careless,
Truly unbound,
*Blind.