Friendship Of Her?

The Unseen She

I despise those who scorn her.

I loathe those who adore her.

Who is she?

I cannot say!

Why does she haunt my thoughts this way?

I care for her, and she for me,

Yet she remains an enigma to see.

Who is she?

I cannot tell!

Why does her presence weave this spell?

I long for her, to soar by her side,

Yet in her light, I shrink, I hide.

I cannot fly, though wings are mine—

Why does this fear my heart confine?

Her tears I see, they pierce my soul,

I yearn to wipe them, make her whole.

Yet when she stands before my eyes,

My hands are bound, my courage dies.

Why must this sorrow paralyze?

I seek her name, I chase her face,

I wish to weep in her embrace.

Who is she?

I do not know!

Why does this anguish ebb and flow?

Oh, heavens, whisper in my ear,

Tell me why she feels so near.

Who is she?

I beg to learn!

Why does her touch make my heart burn?

I crave her arms, her gentle ties,

Yet something in me breaks and sighs.

I weep for her, I flee from her—

Why must my love and hate concur?

I dream to rest within her grace,

To end my days in her embrace.

Yet still, I spurn her, turn away—

Why must my heart in conflict stay?

I live without her—so I claim,

Yet call upon her whispered name.

I hate her, and I love her so—

Why does she set my soul aglow?

I cannot live apart from her,

Yet I must try, though thoughts deter.

For love and hate entwined remain,

And in her shadow, I am slain.