He's my type, that's clear to see,
But I'm not his, it's just not meant to be.
He loves the girls with dimples and grace,
While I'm different, in a different space.

I admire him for who he truly is,
His ideal type, I know, I'm not in this.
A girly girl, older, with that radiant smile,
I'm the opposite, yet I've waited a while.

My feelings, like a storm, I can no longer hide,
They've grown too strong, I can't push them aside.
It pains me to know he's not meant for me,
But I'll let it out in this poem, set it free.

I like him the way he is, without a doubt,
But his heart's elsewhere, I must find a way out.
Though my prayers were whispered, heartfelt, and sincere,
Love's whims can be cruel, my heart sheds a tear.

I'll cherish what we had, even if it was one-sided,
For unspoken love, at least I tried it.
He's my type, but I'm not his, it's clear,
In this bittersweet truth, I'll persevere.
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