For your hand,
your eyes,
your lips,
I would give my whole heart.
For you to hold me,
look at me,
speak in that soft tone with those delicate vowels
about anything, from the mundane to the epipanic,
I would give my whole life.
But you don't,
and you won't.
But I always will.
Effie Yalena Steyn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/part-3-unrequited/
