Wounded
In the eyes of a heart in love, nothing could be more beautiful than the object of his affection. However, it is foolish to suffer in exchange for unrequited love.
Perfection incarnate, in beauty you are sublime
With eyes portending a sadness best left forgotten
In the eyes of most, you are merely ordinary
Just a man, neither exceptional nor different
But all I see is your entirety so very fine
To whom do I owe this privilege so delightful?
Of having your wondrous presence here, so close to me
Oblivious you are to this feeling I do treasure
A secret affection, a desire, an intense longing,
A desperate need to have someone so beautiful
Yet as hard as I wish, the truth remains very clear
I am no more than the woman you have known for years
Tomorrow whispers not a single vow of return
Nor a glimmer of hope, let alone a precious chance
To be the one you would cherish, the one you'll call "dear"
Perfection incarnate, in beauty you are sublime
Your image is a memory best left forgotten
Painful as it is, fate leaves no choice but to walk away
To love you is to die, and I want to go on living
Better to cry now than to face the new day mourning.
With eyes portending a sadness best left forgotten
In the eyes of most, you are merely ordinary
Just a man, neither exceptional nor different
But all I see is your entirety so very fine
To whom do I owe this privilege so delightful?
Of having your wondrous presence here, so close to me
Oblivious you are to this feeling I do treasure
A secret affection, a desire, an intense longing,
A desperate need to have someone so beautiful
Yet as hard as I wish, the truth remains very clear
I am no more than the woman you have known for years
Tomorrow whispers not a single vow of return
Nor a glimmer of hope, let alone a precious chance
To be the one you would cherish, the one you'll call "dear"
Perfection incarnate, in beauty you are sublime
Your image is a memory best left forgotten
Painful as it is, fate leaves no choice but to walk away
To love you is to die, and I want to go on living
Better to cry now than to face the new day mourning.
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