He doesn't look handsome.
But he look beautiful.
He doesn't look like an angel.
But he do have those ring flying up on his head.
He doesn't look like a devil.
But i'm sure if there's a devil use black ripped jeans with awkward smile it would be him.

Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer

Taking your words to heart?
Truly
Though, understanding them?

I believe i have a skewed view of the true layers hidden beneath the rows upon rows of your starlight garden.
I am but a bird above your garden, admiring the upper beauty shone brightly  in the starlight.
I have but the faintest clue about the memories and experiences that root so deeply into your poems,
Nor the meanings behind the words that hold the earth so tenderly.
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer
But as the greatest trees stand tall in their royal crowning,  their historic roots support them whole heartedly, with their focus all upon the lifting of the grand finale.
Deeply do your roots reach down into thine heart. And deeply so.
For how can one reach the stars without a strong story below?
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer.

I cannot be so bold as to claim to know what each poem means, for that would be to have lived in your story with each passing breath.
Nay, i can only express the emotions that these words give me in relation to mine own,
curiousity, like flower garden, grown.
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer

The weather today is lovely, isn't it?
(You look lovelier.)
Do you mind having some coffee with me?
(Do you mind if I memorize the details of your face while drinking my coffee?)
I like vanilla latte.
(I like your smile.)

I have to go too.
(Why do you have to go?)
Okay, bye.
(I don't want to say goodbye.)

I love you.
*(I love you.)

I can see it in the way you look at me
And sense it in the way
You try to comfort me
The longing that you hold
And words left untold

I know your body from
Being compelled, caught up in a moment
I know your lips from
Alcohol taking over the the blood in our veins
And still I see the negative, caught up with strains

Your feelings pressuring me
Questioning my own idea
Of why I find warmth in solitude
And struggle accepting the idea of something new
If it was with anyone, it would be you

I let you give it all up
Leaving it to die-
Leaving you thinking it was all you
With thoughts of you clouding my dreams
You were always unsure where you stood
When the truth is you were always too good

Like some wind, she roams freely
Polishes dusty stones, among which I'm truly
A free bird, wanders in the vast blue sky
"She will halt eventually", it seems a lie
Like Enshrined Enchantress Now All

An admirer of beauty, and indeed a beauty herself
Infatuation, eventually develops
Those beautiful eyes and the irregular smile
Occupies my imagination, every once in a while
Love Eternal Enroute November Amazon

Words were never, and won't ever be enough
Soon the weather will come, one that of sneeze and sniff
Though seemed, it wasn't so
The love was, is, and will always be true
Life Endures Empowered Nota-Bene All

I know I'm
just a flower
in your garden
of admirers.

But I hope
you see
the difference
     between
a Wildflower and a Rose.

Beauty and beast, mighty and fame
Bitter but sweet, my lover in a game
Love and hate, pretty by name
I wish I wished, my heart is hers
Smooth and rough, far but near
Near yet far, I yearn for more
Forward and reverse, reverse and forward
Chances I had made to waste
I lie and think, just my mistake
Where ever you are, however, you are
Yes I did, just as thought
I fell for you without a sight
But oh courage, if I had
Wedding bells would ring
I buy my ring, After our thing
Now I dream, of you alone
For one day you know
That I did for you
Same you for me
I loved you in hide as you loved me in hide
Love goes waste

i'm just an outsider
who secretly take a peek
asking for to be known
i just need you know

could you look at me?
just for sprinkle stardust on my eyes
let me hold your hand
just for a while