Arthea Arese Sunico Quesada

unrequited love
is still
love.
no matter how one
defines
it,
restricts
it,
confines
it,
delimits
it,
mocks
it,
it will
always be one.
what makes
unrequited love
special, possibly
the greatest
of all love
is that it
continues
to bloom
even in the
absence of
the light.
it grows,
it struggles,
it lives,
it matures,
it nourishes
itself from
the sole
guidance of
the Creator
Himself.
it glows like a
super star hidden
in the blackness of
space.
and it shines more
in the darkest depths.
even if
kept hidden
inside the box,
the unrequited flower
will burst
into its
full glory...
a cherished image
of God,
always there,
never leaving,
though unseen,
just patiently
waiting...