This is pure, untainted love —
With no return, no mirrored flame,
No response from up above,
No real purpose, yet no shame.

You don’t know a thing of me,
Not a name, not even a trace.
But I know all there is to see —
Whispers heaven chose to place.

There’s sweet honey in your tone,
Like aged wine from sacred trees.
And I forget the world I’ve known
When your dark curls brush the breeze.

Love, in silence, threads my days,
Lingering like soft perfume.
And your tattoo — that one word, “Love” —
Blooms forever in my gloom.

Sometimes crying in the night,
Longing just to feel your heat,
Knowing I will never lie
In the place where your heart beats.

You will never learn my name,
Never know this quiet ache.
But your emerald eyes remain —
A memory I’ll never shake.