I bloom under his attentive gaze

And flourish under his friendly care

A mere word, a look and I beam and grin

Yet, he knows not my love for him

His presence surrounding me like ethereal clouds

So calming, so soothing, clearing any doubts

I become a malleable kitten at his whim

Yet, he knows not my love for him

His sadness upsets my cheerful heart

I lose my soul, when we temporarily part

His absence makes my being so grim

Yet, he knows not my love for him

I would, for him, the impossible do

While he has absolutely no clue

Even though my eyes shine at him

Yet, he knows not my love for him

He feels not my quickening heart

Nor sees me blush, nor fidgety starts

I wear my heart on the sleeve for all to see

Yet, he knows not my love for him

Good naturedly, I take the teasing

Burdens of my affection, stoically bearing

Eager for a sign of requite, however slim

Yet, he knows not my love for him

I’ve waited long, but not for this day

What a waste, some would say

I watch him wed his bride with pride

This last put down I take in stride

Yet, I regret not my deepest unrequited love

Except that he knows not what was lost to him.