Lonely Poem by My love loves me not

I live in my corner,
thinking of her.
Her eyes twinkle in the moon's light,
compulsive as a lure.
My love for her set,
and nothing can move it.
I wait in my tiny corner,
thinking while I sit.
Her face so beautiful,
and I so bland.
My head drops,
and I am off to dreamland.
Her voice sung as beautiful as a humming bird,
and a step I take.
I attempted to speak,
but it was too late.
She took off with him,
and left me to be what I was meant to be.
It is sad that I desire so strong and my love so deep,
and now I am lonely.
I awake from my sad dream,
in my small corner.
I stare at her picture,
and the joy spins me to be a mourner.
My love now goes to Stuyvesant,
and off I am to Brooklyn Tech.
Tears cover my face,
but I wait a sec.
I think a while,
and my heart burns in sorrow.
I stare at her again,
but there is still tomorrow.