Poetry

The world seems so cold; I've done about all I can do.
     I can't make you love me, but I've tried Believe me I've tried.
    Your heart belongs to someone else, although you've talked to me, you don't know how I feel, nor will you ever, until you have felt the way I hold you close.
     You won't know unless you go in my head and realize that everything I think about has to do with you.
     I shall love you from a far, until you know how much I love you.