My heart is ever yours
And I wonder if you know
Because, sometimes, it seems
Like you don't even see me at all
Though I know you actually do
How could you not, as we chat and joke?
But though you see me, you don't really see me
Not in the way I wish you could
I'm always "just a friend" to you
Someone to laugh with, talk with
Someone to steal water from at rehearsals
I am these things now
But I could be more, if you would let me
I wish you could be
My someone to hold and be held by
Someone to just sit and talk with
Maybe listen to some jazz
In my dreams I see you
And say the words I never could:
"Be mine, my darling; I love you."
But in truth I never can say then
Not in the world of reality at least
For I simply haven't the courage
So now, finally, I say to you,
Though you may bever see this:
Be mine, my darling; I love you.
Hmmmm, this poem intrigues me, though it could use some work ( well, ok, so all poems can use some work). First of all, you seem to let a lot of your emotion show in your work, which makes it easier for me to perform anyalsis of your mind ( don't shudder too much, I won't use any information I obtain for evil purposes). There's an almost resenting feeling in this poem, like, you're angry. Kind of a play on the two faces of love deal, because you capture your infatuation as well. I do have a suggestion, though....your poetry seems to lack any rythym, and while this can be ok... I'd like to see you experiment sometime. I had a bit of a rythym before I even knew what Iambic pentameter was..... I don't like writing in that anyway, lol. Good work, I see the beginnings of a master!