A Confession of Love
Oh My Beautiful angel, My desert rose,
Everyday my love for you grows.
I wish there was an easier way,
To say I love you more today, than yesterday.
And I'm not sure what to do,
So I wrote this poem about you.
Your skin, pale, like a sheet of snow,
Shines brilliantly like the moon's glow.
Your smile is the reason my heart beats,
Your voice is so soothing, calm and sweet,
Like the beautiful, sound sea,
The sight of you takes the breath from me.
I wish you would never leave my sight,
For you, I'd be willing to fight.
When I'm around you, I lose my voice,
Hearing your laughter makes me rejoice,
Because I want you to be happy,
And I want you to be with me.
When you talk, you get my attention,
When I look at you I see perfection.
You're one of the prettiest girls I've seen,
Envy for you, all girls turn green.
Your thoughts random, like battles in a role playing game,
Are beautiful and amazing all the same.
Your eyes glisten like dew on a leaf,
You've stolen my heart like a beautiful thief.
The beauty I see in your magnificent eyes,
Is the beauty I see in the sunrise.
They shine brighter than the emerald city,
On this earth, there is nothing as pretty.
But to truly compare your eyes, I'm unable,
For nothing's as beautiful as your eyes are hazel.
It's the little things you do, which are so cute,
Your smile could give words to the mute.
I'd write a thousand poems my rose, my star,
To show you just how beautiful you are.
But a thousand poems wouldn't be enough,
To show your true beauty, oh how I love
Everything about you, your eyes, hair and nose,
The perfect girl, my desert rose.
The greatest day was when we did meet,
I hope to sweep you off your perfect little feet.
Heaven is where you must've been born,
Because you're an angel, alas I am torn.
Should I tell you the feelings inside?
Or my love for you should I just hide?
Heart beating fast as I read these words,
Hands shaking, darn these nerves.
Oh I've wanted to tell you how my heart sings,
But I just didn't want to ruin things.
Your friendship means so very much,
But your skin seems so soft to touch.
How I long to hold your hands,
You're the most wonderful in all the land.
To kiss you, to love you, to hold you tight,
To be with you, it just seems right.
For we must truly be meant to be,
For in every way, you're exactly like me.
So now you know how I feel,
Please know these feelings for you are real.
Perhaps you feel the same for me,
Perhaps this is our destiny.
But beautiful friend, who knows?
We'll just take life as it goes.
Perhaps we will just have to see,
If we are truly meant to be.
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