You are,
my heart, soul, and flower.
My mirrored kin and spirit,
yet looks and kisses unreturned.
You are,
the beating heart of my soul,
still waves of unrequited love
crash, pummeling my psyche.
You are,
my flower whose petals never wilt –
rather, I bloom in my moonlight of solitude,
as you bask in the sunshine of companionship.
You are,
the congenial mate for my soul.
One to draw me close,
one to deny.








I love the description of how she is to you.
There’s regret in feeling this way for somebody that doesn’t even know you or has barely looked your way.
Beautifully penned, Daniel. Fantastic write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
You said this eloquently for everyone who ever felt this way. I know I have.
It’s bittersweet is really what it is. All you can do is hope the best for the other person.
Truth
It’s so heavy when the scales are tipped to one side. Beautifully articulated here