A gentle hand, outstretched, a heart laid bare,
A love so pure, a weight I cannot bear.
Your eyes, a mirror, showing what I lack,
A warmth I feel, yet cannot give you back.

The whispered words, the tender, loving gaze,
A constant sun, in my confusing maze.
You offer solace, a refuge from the storm,
While I, unmoved, remain a distant form.

The guilt, a shadow, clinging to my soul,
To see your kindness, making me unwhole.
I watch you blossom, with a love so bright,
While I stay shrouded, in perpetual night.

A silent sorrow, a regret so deep,
For all the promises, I could not keep.
Your pure devotion, a gift I can't receive,
And in my stillness, I can only grieve.

The cruelest irony, a love so freely given,
By me, unreturned, a heart slowly riven.
I see your beauty, and I know it's true,
"Cause, baby, if I were you I would probably hate me too."