Occupied Heart

Everyday, I glance your way,
Wish that you were mine...
Though I know that,
My wish is bad,
Since your heart is...
Occupied.
No matter what,
I want your heart,
Your gentleness and love...
But you already sold it,
To her, your pretty dove.
If only I could be that girl,
You'd give me all the pearls,
But, oh, it's not the stones I want...
It's you...
And only you.
(Note: This is just a poem I made up. It does not relate to my life.)
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