I Wish Only For Her

You could call it a crush, or be poetic and make it sounder fancier.

I wish for her smile, and she does, but not for me. What hope do I have if a smile, I cannot bring?

I wish for her to love, little does she know, and knowing that she doesn't; I'm buried in snow.

I wish for her embrace, to feel her presence, to be her knight, and not just a peasant.

I wish for her kiss, laced with passion, I fear I'll never know the feeling; I'll know only that of ashes.

I wish for her trust, and her comfort around I, yet she does not care, I might as well die.

I wish for her care, though I know not the feeling, it must be better than sitting here, reeling.

I wish for her life, to spend it with mine, not to waste away, in some sick twisted lie.

I wish for her, and not another, I wish for her, deep in my slumber.