Unrequited

Unrequited

I wish this poem were angel dust
To sprinkle in your eyes
And make you see the beauty
Beneath my sad disguise.

I would take you into my arms
And weave a magic spell
That I could whisper anytime
To make you love me as well.

But alas my simple words
Are like a simple rain
That drums on fields and hills and hearts
Then vanishes again.

Although our love is sure to bloom
You turn with fragile grace
To gaze in aching wistfulness
At someone else's face.

While I'm near mad with needing you
As trees must have the sun
I cannot help but find a love
That loves another one.