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First, welcome to the group. I hope you find it a rewarding and fun experience.
Though it is in a poetic format, it actually reads more like prose than poetry. Probably that I because you tend not to be concise, and that is ok, it’s just an observation.

Some people have a major influence on our lives, and sometimes, like in this instance that person may not even be fully aware of it.

It’s a sweet but also sad poem because at the heart of the poem is a fear to tell this person how you feel. The speaker in the poem gets so much positive emotions from this person, and yet, is too afraid to tell them. It’s turns the poem into a minor tragedy.

I do wonder about line three, which seems very long for a poem. In poetry its as much about what you infer as what you actually say. You cut words when possible, and line three is not concise, to say the least. It seems that whole line could have been said really simply, as,

You come to me as a friend

It makes the line short, to the point, avoided unneeded words and ideas. You could add a word or two, and make the meter a bit better than I did, but that shows you how you don’t have to say everything to get your point across. If it were me, I’d focus on the positive and not on extremes like death. However, I do know what you mean. You want there to be with you through thick and then and for the rest of your life. But, maybe say that and not mention deathbeds.

While the poem has both warm and touching moments, the lines about them being there for when you die seems off-putting. Generally, when we speak of how we feel about someone, I’m not sure we need to go to such extremes as death to show how much we care for them.

Unrequited love is sad. I’m a big enough sap to feel the pain, even though I logically know that pain heals. Still, it is sad.