A/N: Back with today's poem! Thanks again to all reviewers!
Dear Thorne
I have loved you from the start,
long before you even knew I existed,
long before you gazed at me, eyes wide,
and said, Aces, is that all hair?
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And while I know it's foolish, even stupid
to love you when you will never, can never
love me the way that I have loved you
I can't seem to stop myself, to grit my teeth
and drag myself back down to earth
where the stars and magic are not inches,
but light years, from my face
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No, not when you look at me like that
as you do on those rare occasions:
a half-hedged smile, handsome
as a roguish, ruffian pirate
in a second-era romance novel,
wide blue eyes, swimming-pool blue,
cornflower blue, cerulean blue,
for blue is the color of sadness
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Captain Carswell Thorne, pirate captain,
I am hopelessly, unquestionably, irrevocably
in love with you
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And in the morning when I wake
and I remember my grave mistake
I will plaster on a cheerful smile
and force myself to laugh and sing all the while
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But for now I leave this note at your door
in the chances you might open it
and read my letter of unrequited love
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Maybe you'll flinch, maybe you'll swear
maybe you'll consider opening the hatch
and tossing yourself into the wide expanse
of will o' wisps and empty space
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But maybe, just maybe, though I know
it's stupid, unrealistic, one-hundred-percent idiotic
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Maybe you'll smile, come to my door, knock,
and I'll open it with a trembling hand
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and you'll say, Hello, Cress
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and I'll say, Thorne?
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and you'll say, I love you, too
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and kiss me
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I comfort myself with fantasies
too romantic and overblown
to ever be true
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Because that is what you do when you love someone
who will never love you
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Love,
Cress