Sonnet IV

In vain I act to win her darling eyes
And yet I move without a suitor's grace.
The man I am, I look, and then despise
And move in shame to cover up my face.
Her words are those, with me, she does not share.
When we do speak we never share the bond
That graces loves. No empathy or care
Does she extend to me in my sad state.
This journey long I've walked but never quit,
I dream to reap the goals that can't be reached.
She's known the whole way through, and what of it?
This wall, I know quite true, cannot be breached.
But as we speak our hollow words in bliss
I fear this love for her will end a-miss.