The beauty of my unrequited love
is that it need not be spoken of
it’s a curious thing to feel so sure
of a longing I know time will endure

And worry not about our fate
or the ways in which you don’t relate
for you alone are enough for me
with or without reciprocity

Yes, you are enough, that is enough
that which causes me to feel
a thing I thought I’d never say
about a love that isn’t real

You’ve shown me that my feelings are not
dependent on return
and that raw emotion doesn’t count
equality as a concern

That the pureness of experience
is sometimes worth the pain
in knowing he, whom you love so much,
does not feel the same