Unrequited

It's the sweet bird song that no one hears
It matters not how lovely the tune
If it reaches not their ears
What does it matter?

It's the oil painting of a forest
Tucked away in the back of a room
Lost amidst the grand portraits and sunsets
A loveliness no one sees

It's the simple garnet
Next to a diamond
Semi-precious and not worth taking
A second glance at

So it hangs in the air
Rests on the wall
Lays on the pedestal
And collects dust
A thick layer streaked
By tears

Such is the nature of love unrequited.