Another unfulfillable love?

It’s said true love seeks beloved’s goodness
and so I should wish you happiness.
I try to do what’s reasonable,
manage it only with much trouble.

I really wish you to be happy.
It seems you are now, though not with me.
Well, I should be content knowing so.
Why then does my spirit feel so low?

Longing for you, I feel so lonesome,
but I don’t wanna be the third one
to selfishly tear you two apart.
That’s not right, I won’t thus break your heart.

In your happiness’ way I can’t stand.
I so much didn’t want it to end
like with the one I loved before,
but it ends just like that, nonethemore.

I hope that she loves and cares for you
as much as I - had the chance - would do.
I hope so, though it breaks my heart
and I would much like to take her part.

I hope she appreciates too
mainly the religious side of you,
a feature I find most attractive,
vital for relationship to thrive.

Some may think me crazy and they’re true,
because I’m crazy in love with you.
I’m well aware how absurd it is,
but I cannot change what my heart feels.

I will forever grieve and regret
I missed opportunities I had.
I’m angry that I failed to enhance,
amend and advance our acquaintance.

If I can’t be your beloved person,
for some inexplicable reason,
I’m ashamed of it, but I’m thinking
AB would be for you more fitting.

It all makes me physically sick.
I wish I could by some magic trick
turn the time back and try it anew.
I’d tell you straight away I love you.

I chose not to be chasing you - See?! -
so that you do not get mad at me
and that I don’t lose - was there ever -
any chance we’d once be together.

Yet I doubt it was good decision.
What could have been none can envision.
I have been through all of this before,
don’t want to re-live it anymore.

But maybe there never was a chance
as you didn’t make any response
to the Valentine’s card I sent you.
Say, what else should I have tried to do?

I wish you’d instantly let me know
you’d never fancy girls like me, so
I could think you’re just another fool
who’s not worth my attention at all.

You’re not the first one to treat me thus,
nor maybe the last, and I’m conscious
my world will not collapse without you,
but it sure’d be much nicer with you.

I can do naught but write poetry
to express my feelings about thee
and wait for what the future may bring.
Till then you’re welcome for cake or drink.