He Has No Idea Poem by krystal howard

Every time I see or think about him, my heart hurts because he has NO IDEA that he takes my breath away.
When I look into his gorgeous hazelish/greenish eyes of his I:
melt, cry, smile, blush, & scream all inside at one time.
I open my mouth just to make small talk so I can keep his presence.
When I look at him, I take a mental picture of him to save it for a rainy day.
When i hug him goodbye, I'm secretively saying 'ja adore'
I pray that he will see me (for any one to see me) as I do him now so I won't drown in my tears because of all my fears.
My heart is wrapped in chains, afraid of coming undone.
I hate the fact that he has me but doesn't even know that I go out my way just to kick it with him no matter how much gas is or that he lives far.
HE HAS NO IDEA