Oh my beloved, do you notice me? I doubt it, I cherish you from afar. Always your expression is one of glee. Who am I to like you? You, a bright star? Perhaps some day our paths will cross by fate. Or maybe by sheer luck, I do not know. Will your only feelings for me be pure hate? I promise my love for you has no foe. My mind and heart are restless, my sweetheart. They are always arguing over you. My heart wants something beautiful to start. My mind is shouting, "Look for someone new!" Oh my beloved, I have news to share. Just now you grinned at me and began to stare.
I had to write a poem in Iambic pentameter for English class and I sadly miscounted a few syllables, so it's not completely iambic, but it nearly is. Copyright 2013