I have loved you from afar
my hands
reticient
even as they longed to hold you.

I have adored you
but could only employ these eyes
to convey;
the smell of you entices
making me dizzy
and I melt

into the sound of your voice
your body envelopes me
your face
your mouth
your breathing
all
compel me
as I supress
the anguish
that would  be
Loves' Devotion
against
my rival's
Love's Excitement.

You chose him

in high school;
foot ball star
and I
retreated
sure in time
you'd see
Love Everlasting
supercedes
Love
Fleeting
yet I waited
through your first
Grieving-Hood
and beyond
as you second  choose
Mr. Nice Guy
who turned out to be
Mr. Boring
who loved
money and property
more than you
whose heart faded and
expired
in the Pursuing.

And now
you look at me
as I quash my resentments
my thoughts of Mr.Third Choice
inventing
excuses for you
and lack-luster
you only offer
me
your Grieving Shoulder
your train of mistakes
your self-doubtings
and I, ever the
Unappreciated Lover,
cannot but
offer my heart
even as I understand
you are Settling.

It is not Love sometimes
we must pursue
but the taking care of
those in need;
our Brother's Wives
widowed
and our own Love's
Past Grievings.