Can't return his love

They say sometimes love makes one became stupid,
I’ve seen one who lives to give all he had for her,
And still in the end died a pitiful heartbreaking life.
If she was blind as to not see his heart,
She must have not known he love,
Even when it’s been given countless times.
She was everything his heart longed for,
Even when knowing that she can never return,
Return him... his love or stayed by his side,
He still prayed that one day his love will reach her.
It’s not easy loving someone who loved somebody else,
Somebody he knew... closed called friend.
Watching her cry day after day then turn silent afterwards,
If his heart had a microphone,
It’ll scream out that painful silent he tried so hard to hide away.
Every time he stood there like a fool watching her,
Knowing her longing for that one person she loved so dearly,
And still find the tiniest courage to battle her sickness,
All the wrenching and painful treatment could exhaust her enough,
Yet thru her eyes that she shut tight,
A silent cry praying could be heard.
Despite his many giving and persevering,
His only gift is his undivided love and prayers for her.
His aloof character help to create diversion hoping with that,
It’ll somehow help to lessen her guilt for not able to return him the love.
If longing is easy to hide, Looked at his face,
Arms pounding his chest, every heartbeat, begging the pain to stop,
Chocked on his breath and still try to make it through every moment.
She know that he loved her so,
And knowing so makes it harder for her to stay put.
So like every passing night,
He would be on his knees and begged,
Begged God to give him time,
Time to rejoice her love together again,
Time to love her selflessly and wholeheartedly,
Till his last breath and all the life in his soul
Could only recall how she looked the first time they met.

But he should try to forget her... She said.
Love is such that it’s so unfair... unfair to love someone whose dying,
Despite all the effort to chase after her who cannot love him back,
Love is just so cruel, because it has to be her that he desire,
But she is still dying and nothing can change that.
Nothing can make that pain sticking guilt in her heart vanished,
Not even a man who wore a poker face in front of her.
But then she still tried,
Tried so hard to give a piece of her even how small that part is,
Give it to him who waited by her side night and day,
Tried her best to love him even if they can’t be as lovers,
And as her pain becomes unbearable,
She still tried to love him the best way she could,
Until her soul finally separated from her body....