Unrequited,
My love that can't be be told, shared nor returned.
Brought into the open to bloom like a summer flower.
Yet, she knows of my love...
And mocks me by her teasing and leading me on.
For she is married and so am I
She feels safe but I am empty
Alone in a relationship of two...

God, I know what I feel is wrong
But does that preclude me from your intervention?
Ease my torment
And remove this chalice that
Holds the wine called "unrequited".