You'll never love me

[sadrach]

You'll never love me.
This I know.
It's plain upon your face.

And all my friends
Look down at me
And claim it's all a waste.

But as I lay
Here in my room,
Dawn creeping past the shades

I realize that,
Returned or not,
My caring never fades.

You asked me for
a poem but I
smiled and said this.

“The passion's gone,
this fire's wrong,
I've nothing left to give.”

Yet here I sit
Awake at night
Because my mind won't cease.

I lied to you
My love's not through
I'll never be at peace.

You'll never love me
This I know
But my fire won't die.