unrequited.

My day starts with you.

Dancing around my mind, I loved you without reason.

No sensibility to a love without hope.

You float by every thought of mine.

I question if there is any virtue behind my infatuation.

I love you so. I can't help it.

You are my nights.

The sparkle in the sky parallels that of your eyes.

Am I worthy of these thoughts?

My heart doesn't seem like a place elegant enough to harbour your grace but, as I know that your hand will never fit in mine, it is my only hope.

You are my every day.

Without thought, without reason, without worth.

Without hope, I love you the most.