To My Beloved

Listen my dear,
To something,
That you must hear.

I hug you so close,
Yet so far away.
I love you so,
But do not dare say.

Is this too young,
To be called true?
Because I love the sound,
Of me with you.

I know you love her,
But I sure love you.
Though you may never say,
That you love me, too.

Is this meant to be?
Or is it just a dead end?
Will I ever have the pleasure,
To call you more than a friend?

A missing piece,
of my heart oh so shattered.
Not that it ever
Actually mattered.

Things that fall,
Tend to be broken,
And yet, my emotions,
Have all been awoken.

You fixed me, you did.
But you may break
My heart, oh, so frail.
And then what would we make,
Of this big red mess?


~Angel