well I did warn you, there would occasionally be bad poetry as well..

Her

It was not her physical beauty.
I met her inner child,
And everything fell into place.
When I anticipated nothing,
To remain unmoved.

I haven’t stopped yearning for her since.
Her wit
Her crooked smile
Her innate grace
Her casual beauty, and her bright, keen mind.

And dear god..
Those eyes! I will never be free of their depth.

She is the tear
That lingers in my soul.
Forbidden

By her personal complications;
And my fear I could never be enough.


Can you forgive me?
For every aching thought,
For wanting you…
When I can never have you.