Truly, Madly, Deeply

You can see me walking alone,
You can see me eating alone,
You can see me working alone,
But you can’t see my feelings.
You can hear me sing,
You can see me smiling,
You can feel my hands holding you,
But you can’t feel my pain.
I can be a shoulder for you to cry on,
I can be a best friend you can call your own,
I can be a brother you can play your games like basketball,
But you can’t be like me!
When you need a helping hand,
When you need me at your worst,
When you need to tell something bothering you,
I can be one of those, you can count on!
I care for you,
I am concerned about you,
I know how to make you smile,
I know everything about you, even your crazy love.
But did you care for me,
Did you ever take a chance to talk to me?
Do you know how to make me smile?
Do you know everything about my feelings?
This is how I act,
This is how I care,
This is how I treated you,
This is how I love you!
I pray for someone to recognise my worth,
I pray for someone to understand me,
I pray for someone who can be there for me,
I pray for someone who can make me happy,
And most of all, my only prayer is
for someone to love me truly, madly, and deeply!

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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@eugene_latumbo, unrequited love is, no doubt, the essence of many a great poem. In the tales of Mythology, there is for instance, the case of Echo being so in love with Narcissus, but unreturned, that she pined away in a cave, leaving of herself but an echo. And by a queer twist of fate Narcissus himself was stricken by an unrequited love for his image by the pool. Ah, these Olympian gossips, but it makes for good reading. Or maybe, they are just to explain what were left behind: the echo and the riverine flower narcissus. And you, this beautiful poem.

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