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She and her beauty cursed me to a life of yearning

from this path there seems no turning,

her eyes they shone sparkled  like crystals

her hair so soft and flowing like silk.

She was flawless and perfect

at least to me

I was sure no one else could see what I see,

the beauty, the grace,

just held me in place

I wanted her more than she could ever know,

and though I knew this love was unrequited

just to be in her company simply delights me.

Yet I am sure she knows nothing of my secret crush

or even more

i’d goes as far as love.

Rejection is something I would not like to taste

or make things awkward

and no longer see her face

that lights up my days

keeps me warm at nights

I would not want her to feel she needs too take flight.

So i will keep this curse of yearning to myself

detrimental though it is to my health,

for it eats away at me inside

but my feelings I need to hide,

to keep her close,

keep her as a friend,

and I shall keep up this awful pretense.

Who knows one day she will admit to me

that she feels the same and from this curse I will be freed.

But until that day I will stay in stealth mode

and keep from her the fact that I love her so.