I remember it hurt, looking at her hurt,
I recall all too well, her sighs, her subtle alert.
She didn't know what to do, her distress shining through,
As my heart ached for her, breaking in two.
Her smile, a beacon, one I could not dismiss,
When she glanced my way, I couldn't help but reminisce.
With newfound courage, I ventured near,
But truth loomed, a revelation I came to fear.
She made her choice, and it's not me,
In another's arms, her heart rests free.
The consequence of love, her path well-paved,
And I'm left with a love eternally engraved.
I remember the cobble on which I stand,
A choice unrequited, a heart in her hand.
But I'll carry this love, even if in vain,
The consequence of loving, through joy and pain.
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