I love her, and she doesn’t even know,

For one like her, would spare no glance for me.

I see her and I know this love will grow,

Whenever it’s her beauty I do see.

Remembrances of times long gone and passed

Do in me stay, while thoughts of her abound.

Yet to her I am just forgotten past.

Instead she thinks of happiness abound.

I only brought her tears and shouts of hate

Whilst he did bring her tears and laughs of joy.

Forget she did, and I think it was fate

For her to leave my thought and love that boy.

But love for her in me won’t say goodbye,

But mine she’ll never be and thus I cry.