Italian Sonnet
Looking in the distance, I see you there,
waiting for Heaven-knows-what quietly.
Nobody knows how much you mean to me.
We cannot express this feeling we share.
How much I want to redirect your stare,
there aren't words. Hoping unhappily,
I wish for you to be mine, silently.
This unlucky occurrence is unfair.
But it does not lessen your attraction,
Or just they way your big bright green eyes shine.
Nothing will ever shake my emotions.
Longing, I think of how how you are so kind
Your appeal, beauty and captivation.
All of this is unable to be mine.
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