Question Mark Poem by Kewayne Wadley

In the fit of love, I turned to my friend Mark whom his self was split in two.
One half larger than the next.
Overwhelmed with thoughts his head swoll.
He always gave the best advice but often left me at a stand still.
In the journey of one girls eyes,
I turned to him for advice.
The many questions of where and what filled our heads.
My heart surrounded by hers.
We put our heads together, what is the best way to prove myself.
The physical aspect of being caught in a love struck gaze.
I looked at him waiting for him to answer.
He just stood, my friend Mark.
This girl doesn't have time to wait as i feel she is losing interest and my heart is aching to dive into the center of hers.
Again I said Mark.
He stood with the same puzzled look.
Based off the premise of his blank stare I knew I should have asked his brother as I fear it is too late