Requited Love

Oh, my great friend, I saw the prettiest peddles along the bend,

Pretty sunflowers for you, my great friend,

So, I stopped and picked free bouquets,

Because I know we must leave no trace of our days.

Oh, my great friend, how I am excited to spend,

The evening with you and watch as we may wake the moon.

I’m dressed in your favorite attire, the one you mentioned to me last noon.

I smile as I wait at your door, thinking of how you are my godsend.

Oh, my great friend, though the flowers shall waste away,

In the corner of some dark alleyway,

Our symbol of secret love shall guide the nighttime strangers,

Away from the big monstrous dangers.

Oh, my great friend, I remember what I said–

But now, I am content with how our love is bred,

Though I know, one day there will no longer be the scary foe,

For which we both currently know.

They shall say, “what great friend’s those two were.”

Unable to understand the connection we shared in our whisper.

~ SF