Twas the mellow glint in thy eyes
So subtle, yet bright
Like a candle casting its light
I- your shadow in disguise.
Seldom, we spoke
An encore of our conversations, my early thoughts
When I woke. Your presence in my mind
long lived like the Oak.
O, but in thy heart, there was some other
The truth, only leaving me bereft
Your unending presence, myself- tethered
Alors, perhaps, I will confess my love, only after death.
Loving someone feels great, but not being loved back?