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Oct 8
For two long years, his heart would race,
Each time he saw her gentle face.
He loved her with a quiet fire,
But she could never match his burning desire.

She smiled at him, a friend sincere,
But love’s sweet call she didn’t hear.
Her kindness soft, her laughter bright,
But never touched by passion’s light.

He waited, hoped, and dreamed in vain,
His longing mixed with growing pain.
For while he burned, she stayed the same
A friendship kind, but free of the flame.

And one cold night, the truth was clear
Her heart was far, though she was near.
She cherished him, but as a friend
Not love, not more, it had to end.

A love before had left its mark,
A shadow deep within her heart.
Though she held him close, she couldn’t say
The things he hoped would come someday.

Her heart was healing, still so scarred,
She wished to bridge the gap, but found it hard.
He watched her struggle, full of grace,
His longing clear upon his face.

But she could see, no matter how,
She couldn't give what love allows.
She wished for him the love he sought,
A bond that held the things she could not.

So with a sigh, she gently said,
“The love you seek is up ahead.”
And hoped that he would understand
Our paths as friends, but not hand in hand.

He let her go with quiet grace,
The longing fading from his face.
Though it stung, he didn’t grieve
His heart had space, and love could leave.

For somewhere out beyond the night,
A love was waiting, just as bright.
Someone whose heart would match his own,
Whose hands would warm when his were cold.

Yet in their hearts, a joy was found,
As they embraced on solid ground.
Not as lovers no, but still so near,
As loyal friends, for many a year

He knew when she had healed her scars,
A love would find her, bright as stars.
A love that holds, that won’t betray,
To light her path along the way.

For in his eyes, she knew he’d find
The one who holds him, heart and mind.
And while she couldn’t feel the same,
She’d watch him soar beyond this flame.

Though she never felt the way he dreamed,
They both found peace, or so it seemed
Supporters now, they’d cheer each day,
And shine for eachother in every way.
Written by
Benjamin Stamper  17/M
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