Your smile shone brighter than the stars did tonight,
and though these feelings are wrong, **** they feel right,
I'm so glad you decided, to come along,
you laugh was more beautiful, than every song,
my jacket now smells, of your perfume,
and the events of tonight, made my love bloom,
so thank you my dear, tonight was so great,
too bad this all happened, just a little too late.

I won't pretend that you don't haunt my dreams,
that the worst of nightmares aren't filled with your screams,
but if you do ask me, then I'll lie and I'll say,
that at least you don't haunt me, during the day.

As the pale sun sets, against an amber sky,
I sit here just watching, and wondering why,
whenever I sit here, I always find,
that no matter the evening, there's one ******* my mind,
and forever echoing throughout my head,
is her ever sweet voice, and the words that she's said.
But it matters not, that much I know,
though I wish things were different, it simply ain't so.

I want to write the kind of poem,
that you my dear deserve,
for I've an idea within my mind,
and a purpose for it to serve.
But how can I write
of one so perfect as you?
Yet though I've scrapped a thousand poems,
I'm still trying to.

I'd be a fool to think, I have a chance,
the wise would take a pessimists stance.
It'd take a fool to hope at all,
yet you made me hope, and care, and fall

I'd pull her in close, for a passionate kiss,
and hold the hand of the girl, I don't want to miss,
tell her how the poems were all about her,
and that's she's far more beautiful, than the stars ever were,
but I don't deserve, any more than glance,
and with a girl like her, I've not got a chance.

The ceaseless rain echoes so loud,
and hides the words I can't say aloud,
words that feel heavy, on my eloquent tongue,
as my heart beats out poems, and demands they be sung.