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March 30, 2016

If it weren’t for the unrequited kind,

I would have had no love at all.

It’s always for the unobtainable,

Or for someone else’s girl I fall.


I can see them in my daydreams;

A parade of them passing by.

A most beautiful procession,

While none look me in the eye.


They’re not to blame for their lack of interest.

They had no reasons to look at me.

I’ve never had much charm or looks,

And my diffidence is nothing to see.


So I’ll go on loving unrequited.

I’ll go on with love unreturned.

The one positive thing to be said is,

I’m never loved, therefore never burned.


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