i wrote her a poem that will never be read.
a poem fused with the passions of my heart,
and the undying flames of my love.
however, this poem shall never be read.

i wrote of her brown eyes and contagious smiles,
those Pretty Eyes that would leave me breathless for a while.
i wrote of her beautiful heart and her loving touch,
the kind that makes me care a bit too much.

i wrote about the times i held her hand and wiped her tears,
hoping for many more memories in the future years.
i wrote of the bargain i made with fate,
trading my heart and soul for just one more date.

i wrote of the regrets i had when i couldnt be there,
crying out to god that this isnt fair.