Challenge 4: Failed Ghazal

His hair is like midnight, but the stars are in my eyes
I love the way he's not like all those other guys

 His gaze is intense while he's listening to me
But though he's observant, he doesn't really see

 He's thoughtful, he's deep, he owns my heart
But he never notices, which pushes us apart

 I want him so much that pain fills my life
But all that he'll give me is despair and strife

 I cry as I watch him, by day and by night
The ways that I sense him are restricted to sight

The End

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