Her...! Poem by Anu Nihal

I saw her in the crowd,
my eyes got stuck;
trapped in her eternal beauty.

I tried talking to her,
and when I did.....
she was perfect
in every way but one,
for she was not mine.....

We became the best of friends,
but as days passed,
she started to drift away.
I tried to grab her hands,
But she got too far away.

Now I see her,
not mine, but happy
I want to tell her:
'Well done...
You're happy...
This is what I wanted.'

But I can't,
when I didn't mean it...
when I couldn't mean it...
But Oh, my precious,
You're perfect
in every way but one,
for you're not mine.