Dear You, On Loving the Man I Cannot

I have to ask you to do me favour Tell him his eyes are galaxies of hazel and green And that he calms tempests in my soul Tell him he is my most constant reminder that there is always tomorrow And that he doesn’t have to always know how to help me Because he does it without trying Show him that he has created flowers from thorns Brought the dead back to life And has saved my life (albeit indirectly) Above all; remind him he is loved. Tell him that he is why the sun rises And unselfishly lights the night sky with stars Because I never will.