Steal a glance,
Do I dare?
Though, really
What's the point?
I mean, you know,
She's only...
Brilliant
Or, well, I mean
Oh, too late, I see
How I wish
The courage was mine,
The courage needed
To utter that question
Just so hard to ask
Though there seems no way..
But then I saw Her.
Her dark, wavy hair
And stunning brown eyes..
Fears grip, once so strong
Seems to have lost it's thumbs
And with a few days time,
Some rhythym and rhyme,
One adrenaline assisted question
She was mine, and no longer was I
The 'shy' guy.
Excellent! The word arrangement and choice wove a lovely story in the lines and flowed in unity to the closing, effective line. Creative concept, refreshing texture, and totally wonderful all the way.10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. It's direct, quirky, and fluid. It isn't forced at all, it flows... like a poem should. The sincerity of the emotions, and the honest innocence of the poet make it truely worth reading. Keep it up, this is a good piece.