'The Great Times' Poem by Freya Capulet

Sometimes, the recognition is a vital thing;
that swift way you turn your head around
and glimpse of your eyes that simply
steals my breath away.

At times, the separation is a necessary thing;
that parting away from your person,
leaving an space in my heart
and that can never be filled by anyone else.

Most times, the reciprocation is sought;
but you don't know me
and I don't know you.
Our views of romance may differ and
I may be absurd in your wise eyes.

Most times, the miracles are needed;
That one chance to speak so vulnerably
to your great self,
That one flash of smile, which undeniably,
takes me away.

But certain times,
my conscious overcomes my concern;
my head will
find a way to convince my heart
and I'll end up forgetting you.

Then, to me
all you'll ever be
is a great time of
some unrequited love...
If Love was what it was.