My Poem For You Poem by Michael Chau

From the center of the stage,
To the halls or the street.
No matter where you are,
Your beauty is always just as sweet.

When I see your face,
I could only think,
What would happen,
If I just gave you a wink?

Would you feel disgusted?
Or maybe think that it's sweet.
When I think of all the possibilities,
I know my actions will never be complete.

Because you are so beautiful
And dare I say,
That you are one in a million,
And yet so far away.

When I think about what we could be,
I think of the beauty you possess in your eyes.
It makes me wonder everyday
If I could ever be your perfect guy.

But if I keep it to myself,
Then you would never know.
And the magic would slowly slip away.
Then I would be left all alone.

And yet while I'm writing this for you.
I have second thoughts of revealing myself.
Would I be the book that you would actually read?
Or would my cover put me straight on the shelf?

I have never felt this feeling before.
Nothing had drove me through and through.
You are a person like no other,
And that is why this was written for you.

As Shakespeare once said,
'The course of true love never did run smooth'
And as I fight for your heart in this poem,
Will I reign victorious, or be the one to lose?

If this is never given to you,
Then all is normal and no balance will shift.
But if I never do.
I will always question, 'What if? '

Give me a sign.
Something to prove you can open your heart.
And be willing for whatever to happen,
And act like it's a new start.

Or better yet, let nothing happen.
And let fate choose what happens to us.
Because too much is at stake.
And if anything happens, it would be dangerous.

Your friendship is enough.
Why do I even bother?
Because even if something happened,
How would it work if we were together?

It is best that I write this
And the truth will never come out.
But now my heart is sinking.
And I'm just dying to scream and shout.

It's for the best anyways.
It's not like you've ever cared before.
Even if you do read this poem,
How would it make your feelings grow anymore?

So as I conclude this poem,
I am glad that I wrote it.
Because now my mind is made up
And now I just have to quit.

I still never got an answer,
From when I asked you to prom.
You said, 'I don't know'
So I guess I did something wrong.

Now that I finished this poem.
I might as well be bidding my feelings ado.
Because now, this is not just a poem,
It's now a secret poem for you.