Comical Tragedy

Can there be such a pathetic sight
As the expression on my face?
It�s my fault that speech has lost flight,
And that you�d rather be in another place.

I imagine ways to make you happy�
But all my actions aren�t effective.
My compliments always a bit too sappy;
My skin-deep smile isn�t reflective.

I realize you�re the most beautiful thing here�
Then, my cowardice fear turns bold,
And I wipe away that tired tear�
As our chemistry takes hold.

You make me feel so good
When your eyes look into mine.
Girl, I�d kiss you if I could�
Everything is just fine.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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