He loves her

In shadows cast by dreams unspoken deep,
A heart bound tight by love, yet torn by pain,
He loves her still; in secret, silence keeps,
Yet hatred finds its place, a darkened stain.
His eyes, they watch her walk through distant lands,
With every step, she seems to light his world,
Yet all he sees, she never understands,
His hopes and yearnings, like the leaves, unfurled.

He loves her laughter, warmth of sunlit days,
Her wisdom vast, like oceans reached by few,
But in his chest, a storm of wild dismay,
For love received, from her, he never knew.

He hates the way she's blind to youthful cries,
The dreams he's spun, like stars across the night,
Yet still he's tethered by her starlit eyes,
A prisoner of both the dark and light.
To love so fierce, yet know such bitter sting,
His heart’s a battlefield of joy and pain,
Yet here he stands, a poet without wings,
In love's embrace, where sweetness tastes of rain.

He loves her laughter, warmth of sunlit days,
Her wisdom vast, like oceans reached by few,
But in his chest, a storm of wild dismay,
For love received, from her, he never knew.

A love unheeded, tender yet so fierce,
Wrapped in the silence of the unreturned,
His heart, it yearns, a fire that cannot pierce,
Still loves the woman who his soul has spurned.