Love can be quite frustrating at times, espcially when your love is not reciprocated. You play guessing game endlessly, try to read in between the lines and decipher his every action for just a clue.
Be still my strangely aching heart
Languishing after your strange, sweet charm
A smile, a tender look and I dumbly start
Falling once again for that fatal kind of charm.
O restless soul, mourning thy hapless fate
With the lingering wistful heart and its endless wait
Holding to hope and yet so bereft and desolate
Fervently praying for some miracle of fate.
And here you are, so blissfully oblivious
Of the deep-seated and helpless frustration
Isn’t this pining and longing which is so obvious
A declaration that I am lost in desperation?
Where may the wearied heart repose
To find a respite from my thoughts and woes?
The restless heart murmurs as evening comes to close
Longing for your words to earn a night’s repose.
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