I got a winter tale.

There’s a loving man who lives far away,
the most charming one I’ve found,
might be my ultimate broken heart after a long time.

I thought a few weeks was enough to make him fall in love, but I miscounted. It takes forever for him to notice my feelings.
I might run out of time.

I noticed he texted me first in the morning.
With the same greeting and exact boring questions,
but my heart kept beating faster and didn’t seem to care.

My eyes find him so fascinating,
yet he never took me as someone to see.

He’s always charming and caring.
Too bad I’m not the only one.

He said I could love him with everything,
but I will never be the one.

I know all the risks and how hurt it could be, but my lonely heart has no intention to stop giving.

I loved him without warning,
or wanting anything in return.

If all my world has fallen,
I’ll keep like him as before,
and I’ll keep loving him more than ever.