She'll never know this poem is for her
Here eyes will glimpse upon it
She'll rave of the lovely sonnet

But she'll never know she inspired every word
The tears will fall somewhat in part
Of each line piercing her very heart

But tears will pass and she'll never even see
The pencil struck the empty page
From how she impacted this unspoken sage

And anonymous will my love forever be
But the lover's scribbling will forever go
In hopes one day she'll wake up and she'll know