She didn't like me, that much was clear,
But in my heart, her presence was near.
Her beauty, her grace, a sight to behold,
My love for her, a story untold.
I longed for her touch, her sweet embrace,
But she turned away, with a cold, hard face.
Yet still I loved her, with all my might,
And dreamed of holding her close at night.
I wondered what it was that turned her away,
Was it something I said or something I did that day?
I searched for answers, but they were hard to find,
For my love for her had made me blind.
And so I suffered, in silence and pain,
Hoping that one day she would feel the same.
But until then, I'll carry on with this love,
Praying for a sign from the heavens above.
For she didn't like me, but I love her so much,
And in my heart, her memory I'll clutch.
For even if she never returns my love,
I'll cherish her forever, like a rare, precious dove.
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