Disclaimer: My poem, not my characters

In the beginning, there was one that I longed for and I craved,

And by this one I waited, prayed and begged to be saved.

But by the end, there was no hope; I knew he did not care,

So for a while, I was alone, and wallowed in my despair

But as the leaves turned and my studies recommenced my eye turned to another,

Who in some way was like the rest but in some ways like no other

The sun reemerged, the moon relit, and all my love returned,

All for the one that I held dear and by which my love would be spurned.

Of course I should have seen it, all of the signs were there

In the way he hung on her every word and never ceased to stare

Into her face, into her eyes, though she never did stare back,

Because the feelings were not mutual, it was her love that he did lack,

But he never gave up, he never gave in, he just knew there'd be a chance

That she would open up her tepid heart to this innocent young romance.

Of course it never happened, his pleas fell on deaf ears,

And behind closed doors it was for her that he shed his blessed tears.

Of course, I did not let him now the way I truly felt

So I for him, and he for her, under the moon we knelt

We waited, prayed, and begged for our weary souls to be saved,

By the ones, the ones and onlies, that we longed for and we craved.

Eventually he gave up; aside his dreams were cast

Upon this numbing of his heart he cried out "free at last!"

I desperately longed to feel the same; you don't know how I tried,

How I struggled and I hungered to cast my love aside.

Needless to say, I soon found this to be to no avail;

I knew that in ridding myself of him, I would inevitably fail.

The final blow came when I found he did not hesitate.

Indeed he quickly recovered; soon he'd found another mate

And so the cycle repeated; because he did not care,

For a while I was, again, on my own and wallowed in my despair.

The agony did not last long, my gentle love soon perished

And was replaced by bitterness toward the one that I had once cherished

But back then was the same as now; I never let him know,

How cold and black my heart was turning, and how my hate did grow!

I loathed them both, the two of them, especially the girl.

For she had obtained the one thing I wanted most in this world.

I knew of course that feeling was futile; the girl was not to blame,

But I needed to feel something. Love, hate, it's all the same.

So in conclusion, I now leave you with my pain and bitterness

Which shall remain with me always, that is, of course, unless,

I find another, in fact, one better, to long for and to crave

By whom I will wait and pray and forevermore beg to be saved.

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