Dear ****

His actions not the sweetest, nor his looks the greatest, but this rare love comes straight from the heart, like a flower blossoming from its seed. His eyes a clear, pool blue, and his hair a sandy blond, yet his presence warm enough to heat the antarctic. Although I'll never have him, I still love him so, and this love continues to grow, an everlasting bond that will never be broken, stronger than the suns rays. I've loved him from the very moment I met him, and will still till the day I die, the day I can rest in peace, without the agonizing feeling of a pointless love, a love that will never be returned!