The Chance - Poem by Patrick Coombe

My mind is aching
With agonizing thought
Unaware where to go
And thinking that I ought
Just surrender to these
Submissive concepts
The idea seems so perfect
To everything except
My heart, not my mind
Won't release me from this hell
The more I think
The more I struggle
The more under her spell
It's useless to believe
I can get her off my mind
I'll admire her always
Until the end of time
She's a rose that never withers
An endless sky of blue
I just hope I have the chance
To say, 'I love you! '