Just 4 You Poem by Joe Pohner

Seriously, what is wrong with me?
I cannot seem to walk, without tripping over my feet.
I just don't know what to do, or what to think.
Just like this poem has my action, I am merely reacting.
Off of the top of my head words flowing, should be positively glowing.

But you are the embodiment of perfection and vigor.
Eyes filled with complexion, but have been drug thru the ringer.
Every time I see her, I lock up, fill with dread and fear.
Like what should I say, if she ever were to come near?

God, she is just so beautiful, and striking.
A great sight for my eyes to see. Which I would rip out of my skull.
Set them on fire.
She's just so, for a lack of better words.
She's what I admire.
The literal form of my desire.

The one I desire.
Would go thru hell and back, just to share a bite with her.
She is angelical, inspirational, just makes me want to lose myself.
If only she could hear me yell, and if we weren't,
trapped behind different cells?

I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."
This has all been truth.
You are a home run. Calling the shot, female Babe Ruth.
Even still, I would make sure my love would fill, and still would find a way to tell you everyday. I just look at you & have my proof.

Maybe I wanted to write this, just to give it to ya.
Just know I could say so much more, you know, go the whole mile.
I won't stop until I see you smile.