Hi. I'm 15 years young, and I strive to earn a girl's heart at my school. I love her dearly, and I wish that she knew that. I haven't talked to her yet, but one of my friends gave her the poem that I wrote, 'That Girl...', and she's going to read it! : D)
That Girl...
That girl in my dreams,
I can never have,
in my hands,
for my own...
That girl,
whose hair is like silk
when she runs her hand through
it's soft velvet touch shown
That girl is gorgeous
and yet pure at the same time,
which most girls strive to get.
amazing and shy,
and not very fond of words,
her unknown beauty is extravagant
as I gaze at her loving smile,
with sparkling green eyes
and soft supple skin
Her lips resemble roses,
glistening in sunlight
I never want it to end
That girl will hopefully
one day claim to be mine,
to hold in my hands and love
her silent vigilance
ravenous yet contained
intrigues me to want her