I saw her eyes speak The unsaid words Buried within my heart. I felt her soul quiver By my gestures of love, Yet she's so unbothered.
I know not if she pretends To not knowing my feelings. I know that I have expressed My intentions with clear meanings.
To let her hear my emotions How loud should I make my voice? How can I show her my love If she turns a blind eye by choice?
Can something be in the dark When it's out in the light? Is love dependent to be perceived By the senses of smell, hear and sight?
- Shazia
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A/N:
The feeling of being in love with a person who knows you love them, yet neither you nor they let each other know about it. This is what I tried to portray in this poem.
This poem is close to my heart, because I wrote it upon the request of a friend. He wanted me to write a poem on unrequited love; his specific prompt was "a poem where she knows how much he loves her, yet she's unbothered". He liked what I wrote, so I decided to post it here.
To my readers, I hope none of you ever has to go through this situation. This feeling is beautiful, yet heartbreaking.
