She

Was she a ghost
The one I loved the most
An Illusion of the mind
That I can't leave behind

The pain is real
For one so ethereal
This love is immense
For which I can mount no defense

She seemed so tangible
A love perfectly manageable 
But her love was not to be
Leaving my heart adrift at sea

Though my heart is not lost
It has bore the cost
My heart still burns
With a love she can't return

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