Love and Longing

By Richelle Titus

He loves her,

That much is clear.

He looks at her,

The way the moon

Gazes upon the lonesome stars.

With loyalty,

Love,

And Longing,

He plans his courtship,

Down to every detail,

To woo her,

He has a plan.

To keep her,

Relies on fate, 

On destiny, 

And on me.

I love him, 

He loves her,

I always have,

He says he always will,

Her golden hair,

Her brilliant eyes,

Her sweet smile,

These entrap him.

They bewitch,

My cherished one.

He begs,

My aid he wants,

In planning the courtship.

It must be perfect,

For he Loves her.

I love him,

My sole friend,

He loves her,

My sister,

I am his confident,

I am his comedian,

I am his comforter,

I am his everything. 

But she is his lover, 

For I love him,

But he loves her.

I love him, 

But what am I to do?

He loves her,

In his heart,

This is true.

If I speak, 

I could lose him,

If I'm silent,

Pain,

He loves her,

But I love him!

I love him,

These my words to come,

He loves her,

But I shall be the one,
My words are coming,

They are almost there,

I shall tell him,

I have to share,

The feelings inside,

Must be soaring in the air.

He smiles,

He begins to speak,

I cannot bare it, 

They are together, 

For she loves him too.

My heart,

It begins to bleed,

I swallow my words,

They shall always be unsaid,

For she is his,

He is hers,

It doesn't matter,

That I love him.