Your blond hair,
Your blue eyes,
Your voice,
Your characterizing moles, or beauty marks.
There are so many things
That I cannot possibly pin point what it is.
You put thought into everything.
I love that about you.
You're not like all other men,
You are so much more.
You don't flirt with the girls that the others do.
You are such a non-conformist.
I thought beautiful creatures such as you
Only existed in dreams, television, and heaven.
You proved my theory wrong.
How did it happen?
I am sixteen.
I'm not supposed to be so in love.
We're not even the best of friends.
Your personality still manages to shine.
There is not one single word that can describe you.
Everything reminds me of you.
The sky, stars, ocean, and spaghetti.
Everyone says that your house smells of it constantly.
Everything about you is gorgeous.
It kills me that I cannot pin point the one thing that drives me insane.
Every single day of my life, I ask myself.
What is it?
Penned by
~ Courtenay Hill ~
Texas, USA
Author's Comments: This is my first actual
"go out and get criticism" poem.
There's no deep meaning to it.
It's just a simple love poem
dedicated to a
wonderful guy.
© copyright, 2003 (all rights reserved)
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