He endures her, not me.
He misses her, not me.
He looks for her, not me.
He hovers around her, not me.
He cares for her, not me.
He waits for her, not me.
He admires her, not me.
He loves her, not me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love unrequited always is so sad...well written piece...