I wrote this for a girl I liked, but after I told her how I felt, she stopped talking to me. I hope someone enjoys it: "There once was a girl, so beautiful and loving with her charm. She swayed all with her looks and could do absolutely no harm. I had nothing to offer her, not money nor charm, just a burning desire to hold her in my arms. Her smile was like a light that shadowed in the darkest of places, and with it she possessed the power to light up the blackest of faces. I stood in her light, and her prosperous smile held me with every passing hour. The more I looked, the more I stayed, and her beauty amazed me, day, by day My heart fell victim to her passion, and nothing could tear me away. My heart was hers to hold, and her’s was mine to want but never to take, never was I so bold. Every time I saw her, my passion for her grew, higher and higher than the trees ever knew, higher and higher beyond the mountains did it stand. And it would have grown much higher If I could have only had her hand. I say few words to her, when my courage enables me to stand: “Please be mine, and sadness you will never know, hold my hand and never will we experience the blight of woe. I will guide you to a place far and away,and hold you forever, if you would only stay.” With all that said I continued to speak, knowing my voice was shaking and my knees were growing weak: “I am no more than what I seem, I have no gifts or talents to steal you away. I have only me and my heart belongs to you, and if that should be enough, I bid you stay.” Motionless I stood, waiting for her to speak, hoping, wanting her to say yes and take my hand. But the end of this story is unknown even unto me, but one day we will see if what I once gave was enough for she."
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 00:22:37 +0000