I desired to behold her face
But she turned away a single pace.
I desired to get close to her
But she would no glimpse spare.
She's refined - a kind so rare
And would me call 'dear sir'.
Unannexed - that I'm aware.
But why?
Why won't she with me share
Her love and beauty - not fair.
Seeing her take the air - unaware,
I would stand a distance to stare:
Comely - I would none compare.
This' my sincere plea:
That she would my heart see.
Thus to make my heart glee.
I relate to this poem too. It's those emotions make that admiration for someone very interesting. Nice work man.
Love love love... We cant really choose who to love. It just comes on its own... Thanks for sharing your thoughts Allotey.
I love the way this poem flows so well you forget you're reading a poem and just feel for the sufferer.
A nice poetic imagination, Allotery. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
A beautiful poetry, nice flow and rhythm Love truly is magical, the real feelings comes when there is problem..10+
A poem of beauty, keep writing. A kind so rare, unannexed. giving you an opportunity. Great construction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My friend do not despair One day her true feelings she'll bare Thanks-10