Every tale of unrequited love
Calls of two lovers
One cold who shuns the other
One who pines away
The former flirts
And reaps rewards
While the latter cries with
sorrow
Unable to fulfill his heart’s
desire
He can waste his life away
His soul crumbling from within
While she basks in the glow
Blissfully aware of the tragedy
Yet her heart might grow to love
him
Or merely a love for his love
Will this fill his heart
Or when he has what he desires
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