From a Forb

I just wish you could be happy
With the love that I’ll never have.
For I can never have you, save
I fall into favor with Mab.

May you find one idealistic
And be lucky enough to keep
The purity of your ideals,
Because I don’t want you to weep.

Though I would like to worship you
And make you shine and share your faith,
You deserve an eternity,
And not a worthless, wailing wraith.

How I wish you could keep the same
Young and vibrant look in your orbs.
You’re worthy of the tallest trees,
But not a useless me, a forb.

May you never have need to cry;
May you escape life’s sad turmoil—
I’ve had enough for both of us.
May Fate find you free from fell droil.

In short, because you are my soul,
I only care for your welfare.
I love you, but you’re better off
Without me, as you’re well aware.

The grandest blessing you’ll receive
Is an innocent eternity.
You’re beauty comes ’cause you believe;
Please guard your gullibility.

Your naïveté becomes you
And will enrich future romance.
Find someone to share those with,
For I’ll never get the chance—

Not because I’m not smitten, and
Not because my heart’s distorted.
I don’t want to conceive love, when
I know it’ll be aborted.

And then what would I do?
What would become of us two?
How could I live having had you?
When envy loses fear it’s blue.