Don't You Know?

Don't you know?
Cant you see?
Just how much I wish it were me.
To be there beside you.
To be with you all the time.
Can't you see?
How much I wish you were mine?
To lay beside you,
And even call you mine.
Oh it would be so divine.
I work for your praise.
I bask in the rays of strength you give off to those who care to look.
You can read me like an open book
But I feel like I haven't been honest with you.
Because even though you love me
I'm not sure you see just how much I love you too.
Love is a bitch.
Warm and inviting.
When you find it, oh it can be so enticing.
Finding the one youve waited for, for so very long.
One who pushes you, and wishes to make earn their world.
The one who, day in and day out, makes you believe you could be more.
The one who shows you, just how great you can be.
Oh how I wish that could be me.
Because love has bitten me one to many times.
Even though you can't, I wish you could be mine.
Love is a bitch, because it is none to kind.
It doesnt just invade your heart, it opens your mind.
To the life that could be, just you and me.
Then it shuts you down because then i know that as much as i want it, it can never be.
Here in this life, I had nearly given up.
On life, liberty, and the pursuit of love.
Then I was at work, and suddenly you show up.
All sharp eyes and a pretty smile, and in such a short time, I knew you would be here for a while.
In the short amount of time we have been in this together.
I find myself wondering, if we will ever be together.
Time is hell, years come and go, with your family, and kids, I know you are well.
To say the least, you are like a feast, for the mind, the eyes, and the soul.
You feel so deeply that you cant process, and yet it is all a part of your charm.
You dont know, or you refuse to see, that even if you can't, I wish it were me.
I wish I could keep you when the world seems to much.
I wish I could teach you when the emotions get the best of you.
I wish I could be with you when you are feeling unwell.
But most of all I wish to be the one you want.
Its hard knowing all of this, and keeping it from you.
But in the end I know its the right thing to do.
So here is the poem, I write my desires, for you will never know exactly what I require.
For you are what I have needed, the epitome of my desire.
I just wish I could tell you.
I wish you could see.
What my love of you has done to me.