Eyes that gleam with adoration,
Heart that beats with pure emotion,
But alas, my love is unreturned,
Leaving me with feelings that are unburned.
Silent whispers in the night,
Hoping for a love that feels just right.
But the stars above know my plight,
Of a love that will forever go out of sight.
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