Eight years have passed, and she lingers in my mind,
Fate uncrossed, leaving some connections undefined.
We didn't make it then, a love confined,
Some aren't simply left behind.

Clear on the first date, good-hearted and kind,
Tried to turn love to hate, a futile bind.
Never succeeding, every attempt declined,
Believing she was rude, but in truth, so refined.

Tried to convince myself she never understood what I mean,
But she was sweet, the sweetest, as it has always been.
Adorable in hoodies, fall's serene,
Charming all in a wedding hall scene.

Her void remains, an everlasting emptiness,
An unbreakable connection, an emotional fortress.
Melt to her perfection, my heart's confession,
Re-firing her affection, a recurring obsession.