  Die Happy I'm not interested in completing Herclean tasks for your love. No desire to sell my soul for your tenders of affection. I don't want to climb the highest mountain to prove I'm worthy of your acknowledgement. I just want to love you from afar, feel your eyes onme now and again - I simply want you to notice me. You don't have to love me. No need to vow undying devotion.
Only see me, at the end. I'll make do with that. I'll learn to deal with that. I can carry on, if I know that You see me. Acknowledge me. Know that I exist.
And have patience with me. I'm dying loving you. But I don't expect it requited. Won't jump through hoops to gain it. Can't rally to prove it. Just be with me, at the end.
Let your face be the last thing I see... And I can die happy. 
