The defect that is unrequited love

Is it love? 

Is it love if I'm the only one in it?

Is it love if it's unrequited?

If it's not returned?

I sacrifice my humility for you. 

I confess my desire for you. 

And it's not returned.

So it is love?

Or just a desire for you to want me as much as I want you.

Is it love if I'm begging you to see all the beauty and

blessings I have to offer underneath my ugly?

Is it love if you can't even see who I am?

No. 

Because if it was love, you'd be falling too. 

Because if it was love, you'd not stare into my eyes with pity

as I yearn for your adoration.

Because if it was love, you'd love me too.