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?
