THE FEEL
The plan to overture,
Became a broken furniture.
But instead of being a dim light,
He showed signs of extreme delight.
That made me curious,
So, I asked the typical lover,
"Aren't you anxious?"
And he said, "Never."
"There's nothing to be perturbed,
There's nothing to be disturbed.
It's the feel that fuels your jollity,
It's the feel that gives you felicity."
So on, he continued his speech.
"The heart beats faster, the palms start to sweat,
As the I see my heart's desire ahead.
My eyes follow her every move,
As she passes me by, so graceful and sweet.
Her beauty, her grace, her charm, I can't resist,
I wish to hold her close, to be with her and exist.
But alas, she doesn't see me or know I'm there,
I'm just a stranger, a passing cloud, without a care.
The pain of unrequited love, I know it all too well,
I long for her look, her smile, her spell.
But I don't know whether she's meant to be mine,
I watch her go; my heart filled with a bittersweet bliss.
For a moment, I showed my love in plain sight,
I know it was worth the fight.
For the feeling I get when she passes me by,
Is something I'll cherish, forever and for always nigh."
He took a deep breath and let out a sigh,
Then resumed with a heavy heart and tear in his eye,
"I'll keep on loving her, no matter what the cost,
For my love can never be lost."
From what I heard, I could swear,
That none of his pain is mere,
From what I saw, I could promise,
That his love may not demise
He'll watch her from afar,
And dream of what could be.
He'll hold on to the hope,
That one day she'll see.
See the love that he has,
The depth of his devotion.
And maybe, just maybe,
She'll return the emotion.
Until then, he'll keep on loving her,
With all his heart and soul.
Though it may bring him pain,
He knows that it's his goal.
For my dear friend's love,
Is a love that never fades.
Though it may go unrequited,
It's a love that forever stays.
So, as he walks away,
With her image in his mind.
He knows that in deep,
He'll always be one of a kind.