My heart bears the weight
Of a thousand suns
When he is near
The cadence of his words
Echoes in my ears
If I should die in his wake
I shall do so with exultation
For I've never known a boy
So poetic
As to speak conversations
In tongues of music
But cupid's steel bow
Could not change his eyes
Towards me
If I were to glow a pellucid white
His eyes would not be blinded
If I were to be a goddess
He would not be compelled
To praise
But I am a lowly girl
Whose somber face
Is filled with tears
For who could ever love
A girl so weak in heart
And so meek in words

-j.y.