My love for you is unrequited

You feel like home but you could not be further

To me you are perfection; but your flaws are being filtered

You light up my soul with your vehemence

But I fear too brightly; it burns

I know I could never love another even though you do not love me yourself

I wish one day that my vision can be clearer

That this rose tint may be eleviated and the world make more sense

I ask myself, why?

Why do I yearn for one so dearly with knowledge that it will never come to pass?

Categories: Poetry