(This was given to a girl on Valentine's
Day '01 with a box of chocolates)
I want to ask you something,
but not matter what
I just can't say it.
My mouth is sealed shut.
I try and I try
with all my might,
but the words won't come
now matter how I fight
I practice asking you
when I'm alone, day after day.
I'm trying to put the words
in the most perfect way
I take a deep breath,
and collect air in my lung,
but when I go to speak,
It's like a cat's got my tongue.
I want to ask you something,
but I don't know how.
I have no more time for practice
because the day to ask is now.
I want to ask you something,
and I think I'm ready this time.
So with all my courage, I ask,
"Will you be my Valentine?"
-February 13/ 2001
Why does every other girl get the kind of guy that I want (like the one in the poem if you don't know).