Aug 07 2012


Published by at 10:10 am under Sad Love Poems

To you, the unrequitted
Yes, you
Syllables are playing on my mind
One and two and three
but none comes out
But do you know?

Even when the words cannot be said, the love goes
As subtle as moonlight
As soft as morning midst

And on my knees I pray

For those words that cannot be said
For a love that asks for no return
May God send you a love that matches yours
For nothing I want more, than your eternal happiness

This post was submitted by Diba Basar.

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