He loves her

A breif poem of an unrequited love

There he sits

Arms crossed

Brown hair drooping in front of his face

His milky Brown eyes Gazing

At her

 

He loves her

 

He probably can’t help it

His eyes wander

Always coming back

To her

 

He loves her

 

He probably thinks no one’s realized

This feeling infecting his heart

The want of being near,

But fear of being to close

 

He loves her

 

Delicately following her lead

If she wants to do something

He will as well

 

He loves her

 

He only smiles

When she is near him

Talking to him

 

He loves her

 

He speaks openly

When she is around

His face brightens

With her smile

 

He loves her

 

She doesn’t know

He knows she’s dating someone

That she only see’s him as a friend

And will never know

 

He loves her

 

But I know

I know the pitter-patter of the heart

The fear of saying to much

Of not saying enough

Getting to close

Or being too far

The care you have

Wishing for no pain to go to them

Even if we are the ones who suffer in their place

 

I know this all

 

I understand the need to look,

When your eyes can’t leave them

They’re very presence

Making it hard to hide those feelings

 

I know this all

 

I know

 

He loves her

 

I know

 

Because

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love him

Author's Note

Tell me what you think please