With Her, I Wish To Be

She who is not mine Is she who I need For my love, I confess through each line Though a difference, there is none As my writings, she reads not My heart, I throw out to her Though ignorance, she possesses For her focus, belongs to another But jealous, am I not As a better day, she seeks My hugs, she declines Making me yearn for her embrace Though pain me, it does not For her own path, she walks Choosing to be different My presence, causes her discomfort Though blame her, I do not For my flirtations, I barrage her with As my only means of affection, it be Professing my deciphered feelings, in each word Cold, she is not Though morals, she abides For if she is to respond to my acts; read a stanza Against herself, she would go As her truth, she would lose And her future, may bruise...