A poem.. for wasted hopes

Fear not despaired heart

There was a man for whom I deeply cared,

He left me discouraged, wounded, despaired.

My attraction grew when ever he spoke,

I longed to stay beside him each day as he woke.

His words were so eloquent and divine.

I pine, I yearn for when he would once more be mine.

My soul aches and my limbs trembled for his touch.

Can he still not see why I feel this much?

Beliefs we shared, are to joy, its true gate,

His heart was filled without an ounce of hate.

Courage to give me hope each day we’d meet.

To give strength must be a tedious feat.

His simple gestures to make me smile,

Lightens my steps so for him, I’d run miles.

Will his heart bestow upon my heart another chance?

I came to him with love and affection,

But to venture once more as lovers, might damage our friendship.

The gift of love was bright and gleaming,

Though I knew his eyes would not deceive me.

“Time,” said softly he, “would your wounds repair”

Farewell my love, I bid my friend adieu;

My love stays, to him my heart stands true.