The Melancholy, The Sadness

Why am I so miserable?
My mind is so distruaght.
Why am I not capable
Of telling her my thoughts?

Is it so that I'm afraid
Of her reactions to my words?
Uneasy be would I to have it made
To make my voice to her heard.

The melancholy in my mind
Saddens me in excess.
For in herself I tried to find
A whole, but no success.

But one day I will free myself
And I will feel ascension.
Courage I will draw from the shelf,
And to her I will mention

She's the object of my affection,
My love, she is so.
But now I am at an intersection,
And I don't know which way to go.

So it would help me if she told me
If it is me she yearns.
For it is her feelings about me be
That tells me which way I should turn.

By Ethan