Infatuation, a word so profound,
Yet could it be that my heart’s just unbound?
Am I bored, or is this real?
Why does it feel like love I steal?
A word so deep, no one can define,
But I feel it strong, this heart of mine.
It’s all for you, this love I own,
Yet why do I love you, unknown?
You’re not the man I’ve dreamed to see,
Not the one who’s meant for me.
Yet your voice is soft, your skin so sweet,
Fluffy hair and height complete.
A gentleman, that much is true,
But why do I feel this way for you?
Is it just admiration, or something more,
A feeling too deep to ignore?
Not quite love, yet not so small,
This feeling confuses me, that’s all.
Infatuation or love, I cannot say,
But it keeps me yearning every day.
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
