The glistening eyes of a faithful friend,
In them I could see the all the even,
Yet from them I experienced all the odd,
Always hoping for more and more,
In those moments that took breaths away,
Me and my almost lover, the sky did saw
We could count the stars, glistening
The eye contact intense, listening
Could I ever be there,
Could I ever be that man,
My heart was painted purple for her,
Yet I fell more and more for her,
She was never a lover, but more than a friend,
She was the special one

To love her was an inevitable act,
Coming to me like a whispering voice,
Deliberately I made an intended choice,
Her choice was my primary priority,
Yet my heart did fail her choice,
The trees could see us smile,
The wind could see us happy,
All we had and all we used to be,
A plausible act of perfect company,
To leave or to love,
The options just but a few,
And with all my manifest flaws,
And the latent lose of sense,
She enjoyed my presence,
And the things we wont become,
So close yet a million miles away,
She was more than a friend,
Yet less than a lover,
She was the special one

Her mind was so set,
To give a hug when I cried,
In her thoughts she was alert,
To give time when I needed her,
Her concern so sharp,
To give a shoulder in time of grief,
Yet to be mine she never desired,
Those feelings she never found,
When I needed her to find them the most,
The realisations flashed lights,
Yet never did she saw,
The feelings walked passed her,
Yet never did she witness,
So good to love me, she did it perfectly
In her perfection I found pain,
Like a jail with steel bars,
Seeing freedom outside,
Freedom that can never be yours,
Such was me before the embodiment of beauty
To miss something that is by your side,
To live a fairytale in a real moment,
For all I ever needed that she gave,
And all I ever wanted that she did not,
To love her was a choice not liability,
She remained more than a friend,
Very much less than a lover,
So much she remained the special one