Being A Nuisance Poem by Pride Young

On being considered a nuisance,
Let me tell you my action's sense,
We met for a brief moment,
In time, more than a year and a half's dent,

Mesmerized by your Pulchritude,
And dumbfounded by the Attitude,
Happy for nothing more,
than to have found an Angel,
More out of the lore,
I left a first impression so bad,
I chased myself like a tad,
And so, I failed to make my First Impression last,
Now determined, to make my next far the past,
I tried to tell you my heart's store,
But before I could bring myself to the shore,
Alas! Thunder bellowed,
And I got to know of the man,
To whom your love, you have vowed,
The thought itself punctured my heart,
And the knowledge, marred my Start.

Coz I don't want to hurt you,
Even if it meant for me to suffer on every dew,
But I knew my heart will go on,
And so in a melancholy tone,
I've loved you silently from the past year,
Not wanting anything, just your happiness,
My dear.

But now that you are lonely,
My heart aches,
For you, For your love and for only your sake.

Irritating you or hurting you is not my intention,
Just a Poet's struggle to get to his Inspiration,
If you still want to ignore,
Do tell me the news gore,
Coz I'll love you silently,
And get lost in my dreams, of your.

Eagerly waiting for your replies I will be,
I'm here if you shall need Me...