They call it wrong, a million errors made,
To love a soul who never could be mine;
Yet in my heart, that choice will never fade
To me, it feels immortal and divine.
I lived a lifetime in a single glance,
And felt myself a piece of who you are;
We never stood a tethered, waking chance,
Yet you became my close and guiding star.
I'm glad I fell, and glad I called it love,
Though confessing it destroyed the quiet space;
Had I kept silent, safe from storm above,
I still would catch your everyday embrace
A secret gleam of light to watch afar,
A quiet joy, unburdened and untold,
To keep you as my own unspoken star,
And warm my hands against the wintry cold.
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