Keep it sweet and succinct
as your heart starts to sink
I will sit here and think
about my feeling.

As I dream about your lips,
long to hold you as we kiss,
then whisper an ocean
of loving truths to you.

But our eyes do not meet
and you do not see
how much I am willing
to sacrifice.

So, we go our separate ways
like our lives are tragic plays
lost in a bittersweet melancholia.

Still, there’s a small spark of hope
that keeps me
from swinging on the hangman’s rope.
So, I write it down as a poet.

I distort the story just enough
so that if you look close
you will know how much you are loved
but if you don’t
no one else will notice.