love poem through eyes of someone else

Unrequited Love

I think of her thinking of him
and sigh.
He won her heart
and she broke mine.
With his hair of gold
and starlight in his eyes of blue,
he is her everything
and I am nothing.
To stop loving her
would be like asking the sun
to stop shining.
Her strawberry hair
like the fields forever
makes it painful to see her
everyday
with him.
How lucky he is
to have my jewel.
The one
the only one.
How lucky he is
to have a love
like her.