The countenance in your kind eyes when you look at him,
It's painful.
Because I know
you will never look at me
like you do him.
even with thought in mind,
I will still remain your
faithful shield
just like he wants.
I long to see those brown irises
looking at me, for once...
Though I know
It's a selfish thing
to wish.
Alas through my silent pining,
you will never be mine,
always his.