Unrequited Love: What A Beautiful Kind Of Tragedy Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

O what a pity it is!

Without a touch, you light me ablaze
As if I were a candle.
Without a word, you render me speechless
As if I were a mannequin.
Without a glance, you fuel the fire of my heart
As if I were a piece of kindling.

I admire you from afar, as always,
Imagining your unspoken confession
Slipping from those ever velvet lips,
But what good will that do for me?
To ponder and wonder,
To sit and weep;
Knowing those ever velvet lips
Are so far from my own?

Without a touch, you shatter my heart
As if I were a fragile mirror.
Without a word, you crush my soul
As if I were a beetle underfoot.
Without a glance, you destroy my hopes
As if I were merely nothing.

And yet, every day of my life
I spend wondering and pondering
What those ever-plush velvet lips
Would feel like against my own.