A blank stare,
Is all I see on her face as she looks down on the book,
Hand up to her forehead,
I can imagine the thought that she puts into her work.

Answers to her questions,
Are the only things I am able to give to her,
A little attitude,
At times is what she gives to me in return.

It seems like all we talk about is school,
It seems like I can give her more than that,
Despite the intimacy of our friendship it feels as if the days of long nights doing nothing and just being around each other are over,
Those days are gone.

To describe her beauty,
I can write another poem solely on that,
And I have,
Several actually.

But tonight I address,
My wish to turn our friendship into something more,
Giving her all that I can provide,
And why my all is not enough.

For when I look at her and think,
The men she has been with did not deserve to even know her name,
I realize that what they gave her is more than I can ever give her,
More than she will ever take.

Because she deserves more than me,
More than any of the words that come from my lips,
More than the songs that I sing for her,
More than all of the love that I can give.

She deserves fun dates and surprises,
Excitement, thrills and romance,
Candlelit dinners and long kisses,
The little things that I always miss.

She deserves to be made to smile,
Not stare at these books!
And while I enjoy her company,
I know that she should be with someone better than me.

A flower with a most powerful scent,
And a beauty that I would love to keep for myself,
I bring it close to me yet do not dare,
To uproot it from the ground that my feet walk upon.