beauty of an unrequited love
unrequited means pain
and i know that by now
yet somehow, i keep falling
darling, did cupid strike me with his bow?
unrequited means sadness
and i'm its master
my eyes, sore with redness
looking dull, lacking its luster.
but there's beauty in unrequited
one that can be felt, not seen
seeds of love carefully potted...
and i know that by now
yet somehow, i keep falling
darling, did cupid strike me with his bow?
unrequited means sadness
and i'm its master
my eyes, sore with redness
looking dull, lacking its luster.
but there's beauty in unrequited
one that can be felt, not seen
seeds of love carefully potted...