She Loved in Silence

They call it one-sided,
But they never truly see—
The way a girl can love in silence,
With heart locked, but feelings free.

She never told him how she felt,
No messages, no sign,
Yet every glance she caught of him,
Would make her whole world shine.

When he walked by,
Her feet still touched the ground,
But her soul took flight like birds on sky—
In joy that knew no bound.

His smiles would light her darkest days,
They made her spirit glow,
And if by chance she saw him near,
That joy would gently grow.

If she met him unexpectedly,
And glanced at him alone,
That single moment felt like gold—
A feeling all her own.

She didn’t wish for anything,
No words, no touch, no plea—
She just wished to see him once,
That sight alone set her free.

She waited quietly every day,
Just to catch his face,
And when she did, her heart would dance—
A moment full of grace.

They say boys follow, then propose,
And wait for a reply.
If she says no, they walk away—
Some wait, some even cry.

But what of her, the girl who hides
A storm behind her smile?
She dreams of him in quiet nights,
Loves him all the while.

She never forced, she never asked,
She simply cared, unseen.
She gave her heart in little ways,
And loved him in between.

They say it’s brave when boys confess,
But when a girl’s love stays unheard,
She fears rejection, mocks, and pain—
So she locks each precious word.

For if she says, "I love you,"
Will he even understand?
The depth, the wait, the aching hope—
The care she never planned?

She saw him as her universe,
He never knew her name.
Yet still, she smiled and gave her love—
With neither hope nor blame.

Girl’s love confessions are rarely accepted,
And that’s the silent ache—
So many girls hide love inside,
For their heart's own quiet sake.

Her love was never loud or proud,
It asked for not a thing.
Yet in her soul, it bloomed and burned,
Like flowers in the spring.

No pressure, rules, or promises,
No person to appease—
Just one soft girl who loved alone,
And found her quiet peace.

And even if he never knows,
Or never feels the same,
She’ll hold his name inside her heart—
Like a candle holds a flame.

> To the one who’ll never know—
This poem quietly belongs to you.