As I look at her,
I wonder how she doesn't see
that the one she loves will never be.
But there she stands,
holding on to hope,
believing that love will find a way.
And she'll be able to cope.
She couldn't bear to live without him,
that much is true,
whether or not he loves her may be misconstrued.
She'll always care for him,
It seems like that's her fate.
If only he could love her back,
it would help to alleviate.
But there she waits, waiting for him to return.
Eyes to the sea, where her feet stand firm.
Rippling the water, tears blur her reflection.
Inside her mind is distorted perceptions.
Her love surpasses the misery she keeps.
Waiting for him, weep after weep.


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