I come not from the pained background of a master,
but the comfortable background of a reader.
I come not from the worldly perspective of the average man,
but from relaxed perspective of the home educated adolescent.
I make no attempt to rhyme,
for regular words shall suffice for my form of expression.
I come to you with ease, with no need for being an author,
but with a want to tell and share the emotions that have been, and will be, experienced by all.

Her eyes, that pleading look, pulls me in
As though, the windows to her soul, say she needs a friend
In the beginning, I would have barely noticed her
My life was for myself, and my outlook was self-centered
As time progressed through it's normal stance
And bad relationships caused me to step back and have my thoughts rendered
The light from her mind
How beautiful, how kind
her outlook on life
was almost a sign
I wished to be the White Knight that whisked her away
But now, I find it ever so hard to simply stay
But, I know that it's time to try
Though, I still don't want to say goodbye.