To The Boy I'll Never Have

In the realm of unrequited desires,

I pen these words, my heart's lament,

For you, dear boy, who holds my thoughts,

Yet remains entwined with another's love.

In this bittersweet symphony of longing,

My soul dances to a melancholic tune,

For I am but a silent observer,

Watching from afar, yearning for your touch.

I see the way she clings to you,

Her laughter echoing in your embrace,

And though my heart aches with envy,

I cannot deny the beauty of her place.

But oh, how I dream of intertwining fingers,

Of whispered secrets shared beneath the moon,

Of stolen glances and stolen kisses,

Of a love that could be, if only it were true.

Yet I know the path I tread is treacherous,

For it's paved with shattered hopes and dreams,

And so I keep my feelings locked away,

Hidden deep within the chambers of my soul.

In this silent solace, I find solace,

For I am content to cherish you from afar,

To admire your spirit, your laughter, your smile,

Even if it's a love that can never be ours.

So, dear boy, know that you are cherished,

In the secret recesses of my beating heart,

For though we may never share a lover's embrace,

I'll forever hold you dear, even if we're apart.

And so, I'll continue to write these words,

A testament to a love that cannot be,

For in this unrequited tale, I find solace,

Knowing that my heart still beats, even when set free.