Oh, love.

It's not because I don't love you, it's because I can't.

And he was right there sometimes,
strumming on his six strings,
He would have this smile on his face,
and try his best to make me wave.

If I were to give a rueful smile,
he would come up to me and make me shy.
Oh, how perfect he was in my eyes,
if only he knew he's in my heart.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Sweet in essence and very emotive...
Nicely done :)

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a deep tenderness to this piece, and a longing for what could be. I love the style and heart you express.

[John Stussy]

Such a sweet romantic piece. well done with it.

[Ardeh]

hahaha! who is this?

[R J Askew]

Delightfully intimate and romantic. I cld hear the strumming and see the smile as I read the rest. The poem is dynamic in the way it moves from that image into the heart.