So gorgeous is her body,
so attractive her features.
I must confess
that as each second does pass,
so does my infatuation.

My love for her grows stronger,
unhindered by any force of Earth or Heaven above.
And so it is
that this love I feel for her,
the one whom I call my closest friend,
is unto itself a curse.

How pitiable it is
that I should fall
for one who I am so close to,
and yet am perpetually far from.
Forever by her side
yet never able to hold her in my arms.

Though I know it to be a dream
which shall forever remain unobtainable,
my desire and longing for her affections
shall not die.
For eternity I am doomed
to the hell of unrequited love for a friend.

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Too long!!

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Wow.
Not true at all.

Quit complaining.

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The world is only as sweet as you make it and only as terrible as you see it

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I like poems that rhyme. 5/10.

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I will give it a seven.

I agree with you about the free verse thing though.

Rhymes set unwanted limitations.

If you ever want to talk about poetry message me. :)

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The world is only as sweet as you make it and only as terrible as you see it