A blissful Suffering
The blessing is the love I have
The suffering is to not have it returned
To ache day after day watching you
Without you looking at me the same I do you
If you knew how I felt would you?
What would you say?
Did you know when I say I love you I meant it?
Will you ever?
Tell me ehat you think of me that will make my life complete
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