Don't mind the lyrics

Across the sky, my verses fly,

Longing to catch sight of the eyes I deny.

A fragile spark, a whispered name,

The silent muse behind my flame.

Each word I craft tells a piece of me,

Yet I wonder if she will ever see.

Not for love nor her reply,

Just to know that she passed them by.

I wish she could see the heart's refrain,

Letter by letter, wrapped in pain.

Not to reconcile or get in touch,

Just to clarify that I loved her so much.

Yet, I write, though she won't know,

For poetry needs no eyes to grow.

And even if she never sees,

She lives through these lines with ease.