It makes my mind do silly things.
Why oh why do I have to be infatuated with someone?
And why does that someone have to be a friend of mine?
Whenever I see her, my heart skips a beat.
I cannot even begin to describe the feelings --
fear, desire, anxiety,
elation - it all mixes into one.
I don't know why I feel this way for this girl.
I don't know why I can't confess my feelings.
I value our friendship too much, perhaps?
Or am I just a foolish knave?
A coward to die at the hand of indecision?
Why can I not decide what to do?
To confront, and destroy our friendship?
Or to desist, and to bring my heart into death's icy grip?
Why do I let her toy with me so?
When I am around her, I am nothing more than a babbling fool.
I want to say the right thing, but nothing is ever right.
She looks at me, and sees another friend.
I look at her, and I can barely breathe.
The sun shines eternally upon her face.
Golden, scarlet hued, and priceless.
How I wish I could fame her melodious laugh, the skylarks envy.
I wish to hold her, for her to be close,
yet, I cannot even see her.
Should I but ask for one kiss...one divine
moment, and I will be whole.
She cannot know how I feel.
How I dread to see her reaction.
But alas, time is running near.
And the decision I must make.....now.
A rose is plucked
And I am doomed forever.