Thoughts of Love

May 19, 2012
By matthewy95 BRONZE, Helena, Alabama
matthewy95 BRONZE, Helena, Alabama
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As you walk across the stage,
the audience cheers and roars,
When you stop is like a cue;
For the tender beating of hands-to-hands,
Is a simple gesture of "I love you".
When the events begin I walk,
And see your magnificent face,
Gleaming with beauty at the sight of:
This very classy place.
Of which I'm left standing,
Left to my own thoughts;
Thinking thoughts of fantasies,
And you and your perfect faults.
You say you mean these things,
You whisper in my ear,
Things of beauty and intelligence;
That I wish to be true but cannot be true,
For I am but a mess.
A sickly and unsightly fellow,
Struck with sheer dumb luck;
To have the pleasure of this amazing companion,
While I say "she loves me, she loves me not",
With every single pluck.

The author's comments:
This was a piece I wrote a week into dating my ex-girlfriend. We dated for 2 and a half years. As a major point in my high school life, this poem reflects how I felt when I met her and defined our relationship. Sadly, all things must end, as did our relationship, but the experience is what was important to both of us and we are still good friends.

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