My Unrequited Love

My unrequited love came one fair day,
And knocked at the doors of my beating heart.

She was the loveliest of virtues made,
Meant to be loved, but never by myself.

Pure and unblemished yet ever-changing,
The pride of creation and my despair.

Short-lived though in my spirit was her stay,
I realized that ways will always part.

The memory that burns may never fade,
Yet through it all I’ll be a better self.

Freedom was meant for this graceful being,
Ramparts and shackles will serve but to wear.

She flies once again into the cold world,
My happiness, my love, my joy, my pain.

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