By Nickolas Ferara  www.Ravn5642@aol.com
Date: 17 August 1999

The sad happiness of love

I love her, I care for her.
She is so beautiful, so fragile, so kind,
enjoying her every moment of the day,
talking, searching our thoughts, scanning our minds.

Finding out secrets and sharing, just....talking,
watching her pure rosey lips spell out each angelic letter,
staring deep into her hazel eyes,
the sun reflecting it's grace upon features, reflecting her soul.

I love her, and sometimes I think she loves me too,
laughing, enjoying eachother,
being around her makes me happy....complete.

My life rest's on her thoughts like a pure crystal droplets
of dew lightly touching the tip of a reborn blade of grass,
sometimes she raises me so high, happiness in me, love,
and others she makes me sink into the ground like a dying rose
allowing it's crispy pedals to reach deep into the earth.

Watching her cascades of gold brown hair fall so full of life
to her delicate shoulders,
her heart so open to me, so giving,
oh, people tell me to calm down, but i ignore,
i do other activities, but i remain unfocused.

Sometimes i wonder if she likes me...but i doubt,
I know I am forgettable, the kisses i want so bad r meant for another,
she will never love me, her warm personality and gentle embrace are not for me,
but the sad thing s that i love her, i care for her, she is so beautiful, so fragile and kind, and nothing i do will change that.