The One (C) 7-11-07 Poem by Zahir Kijani

The very first time that I saw your pretty eyes
For you I became sick but it was worst than the flu
For all the girls I thought were pretty were of no compare
Because now I'm sickened from the love for you

Every time I hear her voice I just want to scream
Cause I know deep in my heart we'd make a great team

I try to talk to her but my voice disappears
Like a ghost in the middle of the night
You declining me is one of my worst fears
And my eyes get sore from your sight

You don't understand the feelings I have and I don't think you ever will
I just wish you could really know the true way that I really feel

I know it may seem I'm not telling the truth
But the way I feel will never be done
I know love may seem fake at youth
But it's okay because you'll always be the one