the feat that seems the hardest task,
is often simple. your fear will mask
reality of dreams come true.
it seemed so when i met you
that fateful day. for once im struck,
by lack of words. and so it seems
that you would remain there in my dreams.
and in my dreams you haunted so.
my nghts where spent in slumber torn,
thought cast upon your remebered form.
My friends soon commented how my mind was asunder.
and how this girl i talked about,
could be won. but i, the lout,
cast apon by fear and doubt,
unaccostomed to your form and style
your grace, noticable, all the while
i tried most desperately to forget you hence.
and, whence, i drift away.
however, as seen on every day,
your sight brought me back to melancholy,
as on your form my mind would play,
as if the very mysteries of my life so far
in flawless form, no mark or mar.
head bowed, mind askew.
no sleep, no life anew.
if only i had talked to you,
as now ive learned,
requited hope! not everything
is copper and brass.
dank and drass.
some things in life are true.
as is my eternal love in you....
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Submission Name: valentines day poem.
