A poem I wrote a week or two back

[Shade Skypage]

Interesting how it seems that I can't write poetry without something that I have the strongest passion for being the center of it. This piece was forged in the fires of my passion, which is still a roaring flame. The poem is dedicated to a girl I know, though she will probably never know that I wrote this for her.


Her Most Beautiful Smile

During the day I gaze at her.
During the night, I dream of her.
Her long black hair, her dark brown eyes,
I see them in these dreams of mine.
I think of her smile, her most beautiful smile.
Her beauty knows no bounds.

Each day that I see her,
I keep my feelings ensnared within
Waiting, watching, hoping the time shall soon be right
And still I fail tell these feelings of mine.
So many doubts have plagued me,
For I am indeed afraid
That she harbors none of the feelings
Toward me that I hold for her.

Her cheeriness has brightened my gloomy day,
And her beauty never ceases to astound me.
Through day or night my mind sets itself upon her
Her musical laugh, her beauty and grace,
And her most beautiful smile.

Each day I wish to hold her
Within a loving embrace;
Then feel her lips upon mine
As we share love’s romantic kiss.

Each day still I am watching,
Hiding inside, with a guise like an actor
To keep these feelings held within.
And still do I yearn
Upon these days of spring’s sweet breeze
To see that black hair, her lips so sweet,
And to see her most beautiful smile.

Upon the long days from her
I think of her beauty, so rich like that of a goddess.
I hide myself in the shadows of my distraught
Watching, waiting, for a sign
A light to remove all doubt.
And so through these days as petals fall,
I look upon her perfect form
And wait to see her most beautiful smile.  

[Shade Skypage]

Comment as you like. I'm curious as to what people think of it.  

[Gachetemas]

I think it's not about a girl, Kurt Cobain. Something else is at its center and the girl is just the metaphor. You're really insecure. You fear rejection, so you think constantly about being accepted with a "most beautiful smile." You just don't want to seem insecure, so you ensnare your hormones and act like nothing is wrong with you. So get out of the dark and enjoy those "spring's sweet breezes" and falling petals, man.  

[Shade Skypage]

Gachetemas

I think it's not about a girl, Kurt Cobain. Something else is at its center and the girl is just the metaphor. You're really insecure. You fear rejection, so you think constantly about being accepted with a "most beautiful smile." You just don't want to seem insecure, so you ensnare your hormones and act like nothing is wrong with you. So get out of the dark and enjoy those "spring's sweet breezes" and falling petals, man.

Such is the curse of the romantic, my friend. If it truly is not the girl who is at the center of it, then it's fueled by feeling for her. The girl, no, woman, is far more than a metaphor. I'll admit that perhaps some of the underlying feelng is fear of her no having the same feelings for me that I have of her. When I'm with her, I feel like anything is attainable, if only for her sake. Perhaps it'd be considered naive, but after all, as Shakespeare said:
"O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away."