Oh! I love thee,
Not for thee to love me.
But how ownderous would it all be,
If your heart and eyes belong to me.
Have our words in hopes of prayer,
May you and I be a modest of lover.
What joy will it all bring?
On the day you give me the ring.
How marvellous would it all turn out?
Your confession is what it's all about!
How simple could things be if,
'I love you' can we simply give.
Not that I don't want all these wonderous of joy,
To endure our love wouldn't we enjoy?
These hopes has turned into mountains and hills,
For the hole in our hearts to be fulfilled.
Though all seem to stop when your clues said NO,
Thus that shall be it-I gave in to the final bow.
My love for you will never be forgotten,
This manupulative feelings should never be rotten.
Here I am happy but inside I suffer,
To write my feelings on a pure white paper.
I will always remember;
I love thee..
Not for thee to love me.
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