You’re still a princess but you’re no longer mine.

I still love you more than I should, more than I ever should’ve.

You are my love even though I’m not yours.

I have never felt the way I felt with you; not before, not during, not after.

I looked at you before I knew you and say the beauty of your face

I looked at you when you were my confidante, my best friend, and I saw the beauty of your heart

I looked at you as we made love in the dark of the night and saw the beauty of your soul, your passion.

I looked at you when you left, and I saw the beauty of the love that I would forever carry for you.

I saw you in lust but it never clouded the love.

I know you’re not gone for good.

I know we’re still friends,

And they you’ll never leave me for good.

I’ll be happy to stand by your side as you find love after love,

I’ll be content listening to your excited ramblings about a man who’s telling you the same things I did;

I’ll be satisfied to hear you confess your love;

Not to me, but to a man I’ve never met,

A man you’ve fallen in love with while I stand by your side,

Wanting and waiting but never asking for what I want most

I’ll be your maid of honor, wearing the blue that parallels the dress you wore to the prom with your groom,

Instead of the purple that represents the day I fell in love with you;

The day you believed you fell in love with me, only to discover such a short time later

That it was lust, not love, that tied your heart to mine.

I’ll be the godmother to your children, and I’ll hold your sons as if he were my own

While you never know how much I wish for that very thing

I’m not a poet.

I’ve never written a verse.

But you need to know;

I have never found a second love,

Because I never got over my first.