He loved her
But she loved him not.
He caredBut she cared not
Her love to him is like the sun
Brightening every darkness of his life.
It was enough for her to share.
For all that he could do when standing in front of the
mirror.
Was to stare
And behind his mind, all he could see was her
And so it was that when he shut his eyes was when he saw her
face more loudly.
So bright and gentle, fair and beautiful.
Full of life and happiness
Even though she never straightened them to him.
“What is he loving her for “? I asked
“In your mind I might be wasting my time loving her “He says
But I tell you, her love is too important an issue to ignore.
As for him, he loved her anyway.
A saucy lad, or a woman of substance.
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