Her dimples,
deep and dependent upon that truly tarnishing smile placed perfectly upon her flawless face.
Her eyes shine with hope,
hope to change sadness to joy.
She wishes to change this pessimistic personality,
but mine pessimistic ways are part of mine pessimistic self.
Changed to pessimism I was by God,
So if she wishes to change mine ways,
then she solely must convince god to grant forgiveness upon thy.
For I love her,
but she will never love me.
I do know this without a doubt for I placed love upon a friend,
and paid the price by shattering mine own heart again.
For I am no stranger to shattered hearts,
for my heart is as brittle as glass.
My friend who is smart,
was slow to catch her fallen heart.
But now he goes back,
goes back to chaining his heart.