She glances at her beloved from afar, 
Careful not to lock eyes with him, 
Fearing that if she meets his gaze, she might lose herself forever. 
O wandering soul, steady that pounding heart within, 
Once, she was enraptured by a foreign light, 
One that drew her soul from its hidden retreat, 
Now she is caught in turmoil, 
His look, his voice, 
Sets her heart fluttering, 
Leaving her mind tangled in confusion. 
She pens verses about him all day, 
Yet, in his presence, she remains utterly speechless, unable to utter a single coherent word. 
He remains unaware of the effect he has on her, 
So before each encounter, the girl whispers to herself, 
O restless heart, please find your calm.

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.