Mystery Girl Poem by Daniel Chapman

Why do I feel this way,
A quiet ache I can't explain away.
Maybe it's jealousy, maybe it's fear,
Maybe it's just loving someone who isn't here.

I'm a grown man, yet I feel close to tears,
Surprised by the weight of these feelings I carry.
Each day without her feels heavier than the last,
Like I'm grieving something that hasn't fully passed.

It still hurts, deep and true,
Because loving her was never something I could undo.
I try to hide it, but my heart won't pretend,
Some loves don't end… they just bend.

She still finds me in my dreams at night,
Soft reminders of something that once felt right.
How can something complicated feel so pure?
How can something uncertain feel so sure?

She says so much with the simplest embrace,
A quiet comfort, a familiar place.
She made me believe love could be real,
That connection could be something you actually feel.

This isn't a feeling I can sweep aside,
It lives too deep, it's part of my stride.
Sometimes I wonder if her love came from above,
Gentle and rare, like untouched doves.

I know my heart may be too open now,
Still hoping, though I don't know how.
I wonder if she ever feels this too,
Or if this love only lives in me and you.

If I can't love her the way my heart demands,
Then who do I give these feelings to, who understands?
I don't want to claim, or force, or command—
I just want her to know…
I love her the best way I know how.