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I knew my love was unrequited
When she combed & pulled her hair.

They say you can't be disappointed
With a love that's not returned.

We were sheep of different folds;
I knew that even then.

It's not like that I felt too spurned
For an amour unknown.

They say it is the purist love -
The unreciprocated.

But you were flattered, secretly,
As if I didn't know...

That last kiss...gingerly...
You finally let it show.