I wish I could write you a poem that would change how you feel for me, but there aren't enough metaphors that would make me worth reading.
I wish I could show you a how beautiful you make my world, but there arent enough flowers in the world to that could make up for the barren desert between us.
I wish I could build you a symbol of my love, but it would only be left empty and collapse in the next life time.
I wish I could discover a constellation and name it after you. So I can tell the world the story of how you brought Devine love to earth just for me, but every star eventually burns out.
I wish I could paint my soul for you to display on your wall, but who would bother seeing such a sad thing.
I wish I could say I enjoy all the feeling you have shown me, but this is a pain I didn't think was possible.
I wish you never experience the love that I do.