I don't know a thing about you, but I like you very much,
I hope in the future we can stay in touch.
I think we would get along so well, we have similar interests,
You're nerdy, but cool, independent and adventurous.
We began our connection by way of the arts,
And with that start I believe we could have a heart to heart.
You wouldn't believe when we met how I was so excited,
I was just blown away; I was like a candle, delighted.
To know there's another person with so much enthusiasm,
In this day and age, that's almost a modern phantasm.
You have this quality about you, a certain private piety,
If you told me about it, I would make it notoriety.
I hope you're like me and have some doubts,
Though I never lose faith, and I never outwardly pout.
To me, I don't think that would make our connection worsen,
I think it would strengthen it, I would know you're a realistic person.
Every time we've ever talked, I've been nothing but honest,
If I never conveyed that truth to you, that would be my one promise.
I pray you understand every guy is not the same,
I'm not trying to run game, because to me, that is lame.
I don't want any benefits; I just want to be your best friend,
Someone you can trust, someone you can depend.
You've taught me so much, through means of cartoon animation,
It reminds me of my tender years, my former education.
I hope I've shown you a level of confidence,
The fact that I persistently asked to hang out should be evidence.
I would love for you to know that I'm not a creeper or stalker,
Though I can be annoying, because I'm a long-winded talker.
But then, in the end, I write this poem, but you'll probably never read it,
Whatever I have to offer, you probably don't even need it.
You'll probably go on living life vicariously,
The fact that I hold on to false hopes embarrasses me.
When I look at single older people, it makes me sad,
To know at one time, they had something that made them glad.
On the other hand, that's something I've never experienced,
I'm just a sad ole receiver, waiting for deliverance.
When you said you want to join the Peace Corps, in me it struck fear,
To know within a year, this journey's end would be near.
Nothing is ever beautiful because it lasts,
But if I had one wish, I hope you are not my ghost of tomorrow's past.