Is it ever wrong to love somebody?

Why?
I saw somebody say you're a true friend,
They're a true friend indeed,
But what about me?
I've loved you forever from a distance,
They've never been as sure as me,
As sure as my true friendship, true love.
They hush my lips, press fingers hard,
I'm not allowed to tell you,
And I understand a little, I do, I do.
I'm not as angry as I was just a little before
Because I'm seeking the King with all my heart,
You simultaneously can let the King and
Your Prince have your heart, I know that now.
Basically, I want to say, it's not fair, you see.
I'm all truly, madly, deeply and the world says no,
But when they choose to forgive you,
They can love you for the world, you're a true friend.
Look everybody.
But they close their eyes for me.
And that's why I asked your friend for life:
Is it ever wrong to love somebody? 

A little less cryptic?

Stop lying to yourself.
And if you're telling the truth, stop that too.
Who are you going to find? Really.
Not that you can't, you just won't.
Not the same. Not better. I just know.
I don't care. I don't care.
I'm begging you to try again.
What you love you fight for, remember?
What you love you fight for.
You are not inadequate. Never inadequate.
More than adequate. Everything.
My head is screwed on and I know now.
It's words in your head. What they want you to say.
If you don't think so, you're lying to yourself.
I don't give a crap about easy.
Real love is hard love, it's a break-neck train wreck.
Better or worse but what else can we do?
I'm tethered to you. Who are we fooling?
The failures and faults hold us together.
Reputation. Reputation.
You know what I say to reputation?
I say: Hrooba looba lobba. 

Still in love.

I screamed it at the top of my lungs
And you were in the room,
But you still cannot hear me
And I'm not sure whether it's because of the music.
So, you're not alone now,
And it's clearly my fault, despite
What you said many moons ago.
Silly, really, I thought he may be able to
Stitch or something, over the wounds,
The wounds of you. DEEP. Both senses.
Silly, really, I always knew only One
Can do that. I do know that. I promise.
But seeing that guy with his new girl,
You see, it didn't even hurt.
Because that guy was lots of things,
(And I'm sorry and I prep how I'll tell you everyday)
But one thing he never was,
He never will be, and nobody ever will be,
And 'oh gosh', that's scary, because
Nobody will ever be you.

I nearly wrote your name then, by purpose.

So inebriate yourself - and I'll clean your shoes - and put your hand on your heart and tell me...