Poetry

Here's to that moment when I hear your name and blush...
That moment when I see your face and smile...
That moment when I look in your eyes and know that no matter how much I care, it just doesn't seem like your feelings for me will ever be there.

Here's to that moment when I let myself hope...
that moment when I catch myself thinking of you...
that moment when I try to be happy with the limbo in which you have placed me, and realize the emotions I'm trying to hide have grown freely.

What is more honest?

The impulsive words "I love you" that escape from unwilling lips?

Brushing back another's hair without thought?

The smile that flashes the moment you see the face of someone you love?

Is there anything at all but honesty in true love?

If there is any moment of deceit, at that moment it becomes a pale shadow of true love.