The wolves of envy's forest call;
His whispered lies, the seeds they sow.
Oh, silent starless midnight cold,
Begin the dance of unrequited woe.
Hearts, once ablaze, now frail and old,
In darkness, let our passions flow.
Release one tear, a bitter stream;
At dawn release another dream;
One we held dear, one distant gleam.
Halt the moon with tears of mist;
Enshroud our hearts in whom shift,
Cold, cold!
For her, my love, I stand enthralled,
Though in her gaze, my hopes are tossed,
Her heart to him, my dreams are lost,
For her, my love, in the void I'm called.
#Unrequited
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