There's a boy whom I adore so much,
Perhaps a little more than I ought to clutch,
Each day, I tumble and descend,
Unrequited love? It's a bitter blend.

Once I derided such tales with ease,
Claiming true love needs mutual pleas,
Yet now, behold my own plight,
Lost in thoughts of a distant light.

There's a boy whom I hold dear,
With dark locks and eyes that peer,
His gaze akin to the night's embrace,
Vast and deep.

But for my own sanity, I must release-
These feelings, they offer no peace,
He may never know or acknowledge,
I must tend to my heart's own carriage.

Not every tale deserves a stage,
Some are best kept in the heart's cage,
So I'll cherish my love silently,
For not all love finds its place in eternity.