And hitting myself on the head
With unrequited love for you
Is something that I do instead
Of that which I would rather do:
I’d rather spend my days and nights
In being at your very side,
And be that at the highest heights
Or when the mountains start to slide.
And yet you’re not that keen on me;
I don’t ignite your inner fire,
And so I’m left to leave you be
And learn to live with crushed desire.
In spite of which, I wish you well;
I love you more than words can tell.
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