Not His For The Taking

He held her in her arms and wouldn’t let her go,  
She understood him… she cared for him like no one else did.
She felt care and a love that made her listen to him and help him…
He wanted her… he wanted to hold her and tell her how much he loved her,
But she couldn’t let things happen… she already had a lover…
His heart hurt deeply… knowing he couldn’t have her…
He didn’t know what to do… lost in his own mind… he was being tortured.
She wanted to make him happy, to make him smile…
But it seemed as if she only made him hurt more and more each day…
She was lost, confused… uncertain in what to do.
Her heart belonged to someone else and he would always cry at the thought,
He cringed in pain… it was just too much for him to take…
She promised she would always be there though…
She would be his box of confessions,
The little life in his heart always keeping him up…
He half smiled at the thought… but wished he could still have her whole..
Her kind and soft words were like melodies of an angel…
She was different… so understanding than any other…
He wasn’t going to let her go… he wasn’t going to ever…
He had seen her heart… heard it, felt it.
So beautiful… so gentle… so delicate…
If only she would give him a chance to show that he would always make her happy,
Would bloom up her life even more than what it already was…
But she would always… slowly turn away…
She couldn’t respond back… her heart was already taken…
He couldn’t do anything about it…
So there he stood… loving her with all his heart…
Waiting… just waiting for her to glance in his direction…