A flirt with eternal melancholy

To love is to flirt with eternal melancholy.
For her love is a storm of uncertainty - will she be loved back?
The path to his heart is through webs of enchanted mazes,
And she knows not words or actions that would her love proclaim.

If there's a pedestal for gods, she would place him there.
Because to love him is to be his devotee.
But she shrinks away thinking -
Unrequited devotion would bring her shame.