Unrequited Love

I wish I could write an Ottava rhyme poem,

To call for my callously love...

I wish I can read a stanza of story,
For it will calm my hot heartbeats...
But already my desire and my will,
being pushed by power of the sun that gives shine to the moon...

And I to him,
Like a salt to a salmon,
Like a honey to sallads...

I complaining yes I am,
I really want you badly enough,
Hoping for the best that told by centuries ancient myth,
Devoted I guess...

Will you change this poem's title for me?
Coz it sounds no right not yet..