Unrequited Love

It's knowing that you will never look into my eyes

and have your breath taken away.

That even though one glance in your eyes melts me,

you simply just don't feel the same.

Being unable to express

what my depths possess;

unrequited love

unrequited love.

Desires, affections

completely unmet;

unrequited love

unrequited love.

It'd be such an endless bliss to touch your hand.

Stopping my heart this action would demand.

Oh, but what a sublime way it'd be to go...

Love has a mind of it's own.

Love moves all on it's own.

It's writing these words knowing that they won't pierce your soul,

or really even mean much at all.

It's being unable to put to action

all that love demands I fulfill.

But love is like that.

It desires,

of it's own accord,

to be expressed in some form.

But I can't have you.

No, I can't have you.

The truth is that simple...

I cannot, no, I cannot have you.