She Who Knew Not Of My Love
How the heart beats when she glides
Into the room, blood rushes to the
Head making me swoon, her smile;
The way she walks, grabs my
Know not she how I love her so,
Alas she hates me, filled with bitter
This love truly knows no bounds,
obsessed with a soul that I
To hold her close
Would mean the world.
When her eyes sparkle I cannot
Help but smile, nothing feels better
Than when we're together.
She however cannot look at me
Straight. Ignoring me now like a
Stranger's empty plate.
Care not for me, how I do her.
The water my eyes cry, a litre!
And another... and another...
Cut myself to get through the pain;
Deeper and deeper... Nicola, Nicola.
We used to laugh, we used to
Talk, now all we have is an
My love for you will never die,
To the grave and through the sky.
You are my love; and I your
Hate; something you despise.
I'm sorry for all the pain
I've caused, this poem, my
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