Aly09

Unrequited I wish this poem were angel dust To sprinkle in your eyes And make you see the beauty Beneath my sad disguise. I would take you into my arms And weave a magic spell That I could whisper anytime To make you love me as well. But alas my simple words Are like a simple rain That drums on fields and hills and hearts Then vanishes again. Although our love is sure to bloom You turn with fragile grace To gaze in aching wistfulness At someone else's face. While I'm near mad with needing you As trees must have the sun I cannot help but find a love That loves another one.