love song for no one...

the first time i met this lovely angel face
was quite unimportant, let alone thrilling
not really compelling; thus i turned back away
never came to my mind that she's that impelling

days passed by, and nights of great cause
i got to know the very person more...
though not yet impressed, we always give some hies
every now and then, flashing sly and thoughtful smiles

i confessed to myself, "i like this girl,
but in her heart she's happy in some else's rimes..."
so quick to say, yet quicker to let go
the thought once appaling left my peaceful soul

time goes along, and so do the gleers we
growing closer to each other, yet aware of most things
till later, in deep thought, i had realized
my heart's captivated, my soul's on the rise!

once friends grow more intimate, perceptions change
reality shows the true colors of its phase
she knew, i knew, or so we thought
being meant for each other was destiny-wrought

holding her hand, and her clasping mine
side by side we walked through the sunlight's shine
happy i was, being with her after 'noon
pouring our souls, loving each other- more.

yet things do come, and things stop and go...
we came to understood, this was just, wrong....s
o hard to accept, too grimy to forget
we let our tears explain our defts

now does she know me? or even happen to see
the misery that once, was full of joy and gaiety
though grinning when in company of friends
as our eyes meet, they stop and exchange glares

ha! dare think love's that simple
which seeks for a moment's intimidation
then after moons leave and be bygones
your affection slips, and poof! all done.

ha! you think skin-deep beauty only results good
think again, my dear lady, and watch this miser
screaming all his pain, but no one understood
behold! the one you loved, now in deathlike trifles!

alas! words are not always meant as said
and fringing actions not the human's stead
but: look in my eyes, and know it all
my love for you's not hindered by sorrow

through thick and thin, in threshold's end
i'm waiting here, expecting nil and vain
never done unwary, hoping you'd concede
that i, to this end, has loved you still.