The Five Stages Of Unrequited Love; 5. Acceptance

Spring has sprung, seeds of expectation sown,
The birds of unrequited love have flown.
The clouded dawns of yesterday, so grey,
Have for the sunshine and her light made way.
And there he is, bathed in simplicity,
An earnest love for my complicity,
He alone adores me, my brittle heart,
Charred art'ries, unstable beats, ev'ry part.
Fractured nights, sleepless dark, intense with fear,
All gone, but for him, my anchoring dear.
With all the world ahead of us, hope-bright,
Loneliness seems a demon in the night.
The loves I never had for me to lose
Linger; a trivial, forgotten bruise.