9 result(s) for Love Poems About An Unrequited Love.
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Unseen Rain
The rain comes down on the window glass,
A silver trail that never stays,
Just like the hope I held for you,
Slipping away in the grey of days.
I wear my heart like an open door,
But you walk past without a glance,
And every drop that falls tonight
Carries the tears I cannot wipe away.
The street is wet, the lamps are dim,
No one can see the ache I bear;
I let the storm mask all my grief,
And cry where none can find me there.
You never knew how much I cared,
Or how I longed for your light to turn my way;
So let the rain keep falling down,
And take my love where it can't stay.
Unsent
I wrote you a letter in the lamplit hour,
the ink still wet with the ache I hold.
I sealed each word like a fragile flower,
then let it rest where the quiet grows cold.
It speaks of the laugh you tossed to the air,
of the way you leaned close to ask for my name,
of the hope that I folded with tender care,
now kept in a drawer, unclaimed, and the same.
I never will send it. The stamp stays unstuck,
the envelope blank where your address should be.
But each night I return to the words I wrote, and I'm stuck
in the love that you never were meant to see.
So here is the truth I can only confess
to paper and moonlight and silence instead:
you were the sweetest thing that I missed in excess,
and I loved you in letters that never were read.
The Echo Left Behind
Your laughter still lingers in the hollow hall,
A ghost of warmth that never learned to fall.
I wave goodbye, you turn and walk away,
Yet every sound you made stays here to stay.
The kettle sings the tune you used to hum,
And I am left to answer, numb.
The window holds the sparkle of your smile,
A lantern burning long after you've gone a mile.
I speak your name to rooms that do not reply,
And still your laughter hangs in the sky.
So I keep the echo like a secret hymn,
A love unheard, yet ringing on and on, dim.
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The Smile I Wear Across the Miles
I keep my face turned toward the light,
and let the corners of my mouth lift high,
so no one sees the weight I carry
when your name drifts past without reply.
You live a city's breadth away,
and every street between us aches,
yet I rehearse a cheerful word,
and hide the wound the silence makes.
I laugh at jokes I barely hear,
and wave to friends with steady hand,
while somewhere far, you walk unknowing,
the road I'd walk if you'd just understand.
So I will smile through this long distance,
the way the moon smiles through the night,
a borrowed brightness, cool and patient,
that never claims the sun's pure light.
And if one day you ask me why
my eyes were bright, my voice held true,
I'll say that love can wear a smile
and still be breaking, still be you.
The Window Light
Each morning I rise and I dress with care,
then linger where your footsteps pass the stair.
I hold my breath and watch the open door,
hoping today your eyes will seek me more.
You smile at others, warm as summer sun,
and I stand near, though never quite begun.
My heart is a lantern kept burning low,
for one brief glance to brighten what I know.
I've learned the rhythm of your passing sigh,
the way you pause, the moment you pass by.
I carry every almost in my chest,
a hope that bends but never fully rests.
Perhaps someday your gaze will turn to mine,
and all my quiet waiting will align.
Until that hour, I'll keep the light,
and hope that love might find its way tonight.
The Lamp I Left Burning
I kept your name like a lamp in the hall,
turned low each night, though no one came to call.
I set a second cup beside my own,
and spoke to the chair where you once sat alone.
The seasons turned and still I held the door,
as if your footsteps might return once more.
But love that stays with nothing left to give
becomes a house where only echoes live.
So tonight I let the window shade fall shut,
and loosen fingers from the things I cut.
I blow the lamp out, gentle as a sigh,
and let the dark be ready for the sky.
You were a bloom that never turned my way,
and I was rooted, waiting every day.
Now I release the ache I should have freed,
and plant my heart in soil where I am freed.
The Unsaid
I keep my love folded small,
A letter never sent at all,
Tucked behind a careful smile
That hides the ache and bears the while.
You pass me by with easy grace,
Unaware of the hope I trace
In every glance I try to hide,
In every word I leave inside.
The silence holds what I can't say,
A quiet room where dreams decay,
And still I linger, still I wait,
For love that never learns my state.
So let the unspoken stay unheard,
A hidden flame, a single word
That never leaves my lips to fly,
And dies unseen, and so do I.
Midnight Smile
The clock divides the silent hour,
and still your face returns to me,
a smile that lingers past the power
of every dream I try to flee.
I trace the shape of what I'd say
if you should turn and see me there,
but dawn arrives, and light makes way
for all the words I cannot share.
You drift through rooms I'll never enter,
unaware the nights are yours alone,
and I, the keeper of each center
of longing, wait beside the stone.
So let the stars keep watch above,
and let the moon confess my name;
I'll love you in the dark, my love,
and hold your distant smile like flame.
The Unsent Letter
I kept your name folded like a letter,
warm in my pocket through the winter days,
rehearsing lines I'd never speak aloud,
believing that the silence would give way.
I painted you in every passing hour,
a garden I was certain would bloom,
but you walked past with eyes on other skies,
and I was left to sweep my hopeful room.
Now I unfold the paper, one last time,
and read the dream I wrote in ink so bright,
then fold it soft and lay it down to rest,
the way the sun lets go of fading light.
I'll keep the tenderness you never knew,
but loosen every thread that held me tight,
and learn to love the open, empty road,
where someone else may wait for me tonight.
