Hidden Love

August 2, 2008
By Morgan Wright, Oakbrook Terrace, IL

The love I have for you
is hidden in a tattoo.
You have no clue
that it maybe in a shoe.

When I see you in the halls
Niagara falls.
When you look me in the eyes
my heart cries.

The school year is ending
my love will be rending.
You will be missed
and my heart will not be blissed.

The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this poem by someone I care about so much. After the school year ended, my heart was in pain. Every second of the day and night, I would like about that person. And I hated to go to bed because I always dreamt of him.

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