Untold Love Poem by Ariel Sawyer

Vain, my efforts;
I, be might dull-witted.
Kind and beautiful
A man, effortlessly elegant;
Serenity is him.
Eyes an oasis,
to my eyes an angel.
Was that thou in my dreams?
The mysterious young man
-who stole my heart.
Nevertheless thou art in my heart.
In this vast cosmos of brutality,
I found frith in thy eyes.
Would they ever search for me?
Would thine heart ever beat for me?
Would thou ever think of me?
Would thou ever saw me as thy muse?
Would thou listen to music,
-and smile envisaging me?
The way I doth.
This poetry is not thine,
it's me, my delusion.
I have made thou immortal
because thou, an art,
belonging in the museum of my heart.