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What is it with unrequited love?
It's fleeting and it hurts so easily.
While you love them, they find it hard to see
They make your heart beat like a horse's hooves.
Your soul can fly away on wings of doves.
If only they would stop and let it be,
Allow their heart to set their spirit free.
Our hearts could drift away in skies above.

For hear it's not that simple to reply.
Maybe we are not enough alike.
Her not loving me just makes me cry.
Loving her is like riding a bike;
I can't give up on her until I die.
Next time I should settle for a trike.