Alone, but not forlorn,
A silent pang of joy is born.
A dream I know won't come true,
But I'm content talking to you.

That gentle smile seems meant for me,
As if my heart might be set free.
Tender moments I rarely share,
My feelings I can only spare.

Your presence brings a new delight,
A warmth I've never quite known in night.
Only a whisper in the air,
But my heart is without care.

Though I know she won't ever be mine,
I cherish every moment just fine.
My love for her, an unrequited ache,
Still nothing compares to this one I must take.
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