My eyes meet his
From across the room
Thoughts of the two of us
Fill me soon
Realistically
I know it could never be
Someone like him
Me, they could never see
Although the fantasy
Of him and me
Is yet satisfying,
As false as it might be
Forever I will look with love
Unrequited
Making me a solo dove
very deep. i like the way you flow on this. cant wait to read more
a dove in love satisfied in fantasy alone...an artful write with in a romantic outer frame, Brianna...good work...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Great write... nice, just great. Unrequited love is something I can relate with. Good stuff.