Though I barely know her
Her face makes my stir
Stirring my blood and heart
Hearts will break should this start
Start blind, and end wounded
Wounded heart now feels dead
Dead heart feels need to hide
Hide from the mind belied
Belied mind fakes romance
Romance, perhaps a dance
Dance of the lost can't end
End because none defend
Defend, never attack
Attacked on the heart's rack
Rack the mind just to show
Show I could, even though
-September 22
I sit and stare
I think I care
Her skin, so fair
Her eyes, so rare
Beyond compare
See her in air
I cannot share
Tell her, don't dare
-September 23
Her brilliant smile holds my gaze
Her quick glance left me in a daze
I look now at her ruby lips
And with passion my heart drips
I wish to talk to her, know her
Her quick "hello" makes my heart stir
So cute a girl I've never seen
But his stricken before I've been
-September 23
I miss her dearly now
(Speak to her)
I'm a coward and how
(Call her)
I know not what to say
(Write to her)
The fear won't go away
(Know her)
Rejection hurts so much
(Flatter her)
I'll never act as such
(Ask her)
-September 25
She is loevly, extremely so
More about her I want to know
Her eyes like gems, her skin like snow
her hair highlights her lovely face
Once glance from her makes my heart race
She lacks nothing in wit or grace
She seems entirely divine
And for her I could for months pine
Never telling sweet... *
-September 26
* Technically, this poem is named after the person about whom it was writen. Her name had to be removed from the last line, in which it would complete the rhyme (almost... slight mispronunciation necessary) and meter.
Broken heart
Broken jaw
I did start
Thus lost by law
To bring an end to misery
I bound my heart with thoughts of thee
I hope one day thsi dream may be
A date, alone, just you and me
We decide independently
My heart is made or broke by thee
I beg you to do so freely
Please do not answer in pity
-October 1, 2003
I regard her highly
And know myself ugly
Because that's what I see
But she is so lovely
I'll suffer this gladly
For such is her beauty
Her looks move me deeply
My heart shows me freely
Unrequited love be
Sorrow and misery
All for a chance at glee
-October 14, 2003
I feel myself blush
My heart rushes
I try to get closer
I feel it in my spine
Then my blood chills
I sigh and close my eyes
I look back at my desk
Take up a pen
And write.
-October 14, 203