I have questioned myself:
Am I truly in love or do I just like?
My facial expressions, and my friends said it is only a crush,
but my inner feelings say it is more than like.
My true love has no feelings for me,
nor does she care for me.
Yet, my feelings for her are deep,
but she does not see.
I like the way she is,
and I deem it enough.
but how does she take,
take it for real or a bluff?
My love, my love,
I dream of you every day.
My feelings grow with each passing second,
and in every way.
Death will take me,
if my heart turns.
My life hangs on threads, and I am barely alive.
Now heart aches for you and burns.
So how can I question it?
How can I question my love, so deep?
Is it possible this be a powerful crush, yet just a crush?
Can it be for naught, if I weep?
O, my love, my love,
of whose name so fair that it can't written,
will our fates be intertwine?
Or will my false hopes leave me bare the pain to be bitten?