Stuck Poem by J.R. Tinoco

After five years of patience firm,
I believe the time has come.
My feelings, something you should learn
Before this poem is done.

From the moment you and I first spoke,
I knew you were the one.
I felt the faintest glint of hope,
But it seems that shine is gone.

Had I asked you for your hand,
all of those years ago,
would you have taken it right there,
Or left me all alone?

Though you with him, and I without,
I hoped to gain your hand.
My shyness always stayed my tongue
And left me to be damned.