Unrequited Love
Just a drop in the ocean is him,
A frail little bird that just lost its wing
And his understanding of things is slim
He would not be an attractive gold ring
his lanky arms do not lift my spirits
He has the face of an unknown creature
He knows not the language of love, esprit
Yet I adore his every bland feature
To his personality I am keen
Yet he does not see what is before him
A beautiful girl, waiting to be seen
He lives a life that is really quite grim
I have always been here for all this time,
He’s not my prince, a princess am not I
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