Unrequited Love
When I see her smile, I fight off a tear:
for unrequited love's a secret hurt.
And because it's love, it'll not bend to fear,
oft disguising as an innocent flirt.
Is there a more unintentional pain
than loving someone who rejects your love?
My heart is twisted in knots by the strain,
asking for forgiveness from God above.
I want to let go, but my heart cries no,
so the dream is kept alive in my mind.
And I play pretend, so she'll never know
when it comes to other women, I'm blind.
Unrequited love is a silent scream:
that is disparaging to the extreme.
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