Unrequited

Not soft this emotion that burns from within me. This unrequited feeling that twists my thoughts to their will, and turns my heart against my mind as so many great loves have done before. I have tasted the pain and seen the deceit that my heart has so wittingly placed upon me so many times before in this meager life, yet still I return thirsty for more. Thirsty for the power of emotion that will wash over me, and the loss of focus that will enrapture my world while I am in the throws of this depth of life that can only be offered to one who is truly in love. To merely speak the word towards the one whom holds your soul and whom your heart dances for is unto itself the great redeemer of past pain, and lessons learned. Each and every time my eyes behold her beauty, at every opportunity my ears happen upon the sound of her voice as she speaks, every motion I am graced with seeing, or touch I have felt is branded into my heart, and etched into my memory. The passion that burns within me at the very thought of her, simply knowing she exists within this world, is akin to the surface of the sun. Yet as all unrequited love must be, there can be no return. There will never be the exchange of glances that once stopped hearts, only looks of past fancy. I find no solace in knowing that I am no regret of hers, but merely a memory. A moment in her life that, while endearing itself unto me forever, has passed from her. No longer to hear I love you uttered from her lips, and no more to see not only to the passion in her eye, but to the longing in her heart and soul. There is no pain like that of loving one who can never love you back. Yet I can never give up the possibility that one day perhaps, by chance of the slimmest of margin she will look to me again as the one who can hold her heart and renew the fire that is all but extinguished. I will not allow myself to lose faith that while she may not yet feel it, there is still smoldering in her heart a small spark that may reignite the fire that so briefly and still so passionately burned within her. I can never lose hope, for then I am lost. The last thread of my heartstrings cut from me, and discarded to the cold, waiting ground below. Until success or death I will hold to the faintest of hope, and watch as those circumstances that keep us apart, fade. I will wait till whatever cruel master fate works for is satisfied, and the distance that prevents our love from being dwindles. Till the gaping space between us is nothing more than the thickness of a butterflies wing, and once again I can hold you in my arms. Until that time, I will love you in silence, and long for you in the quiet torment of my soul.