Her Most Beautiful Smile
During the day,
I gaze upon her.
During the night,
I dream of her.
Her long black hair,
Her dark brown eyes,
These things consume my dreams.
I think of that smile, that most beautiful smile.
Her beauty,
It knows no bounds.
Each day that I see her,
I keep my feelings ensnared within
Waiting, studying, hoping the time shall soon be right
Yet, still I fail to tell these feelings of mine.
So many doubts have plagued my mind,
For I am indeed afraid
That she harbors none of the feelings
Toward me that I hold hidden for her.
Her beauty and cheer brighten my gloomy days,
And her beauty never ceases to astound me.
In day, or in night,
My mind sets itself upon her—
Her musical laugh,
Glorious beauty,
Amazing 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 within, with a guise like an actor
To keep these feelings ensnared inside.
And still 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.
This poem was written for you. Only you, so it is only right that you should at least be able to read those words. I really don’t know how to explain this. I suppose the only thing that I can say is what I know. The truth. Every word written here is true. As you read this, know that each word has come straight from my very soul. As I’ve come to know you, I’ve only wanted to know more about you. You see, my feelings run deeper than mere friendship. I can’t claim to know much about love, other than that my feelings are pure, and without lust. You might be wondering why I choose to tell you this. The truth is, lying to myself, to you, I can’t do. Lie’s a sin, and these feelings cannot be turned away by trying to trick myself and you. Despite the darkness that I have tried to hide this secret truth in, it still shines brightly through. I don’t know if you harbor any of the feelings for me that I do for you, but I felt that even if it were the slightest chance that you did, then I should try. That time at the concert, as the music was playing, and you leaned against me as I had my arm about you, I felt something I never have before. If you instead prefer the one to whom it seems you’ve already pledged your heart, then so be it. I couldn’t take away your happiness for my own gain. Despite this, I feel that I owe it to myself and to you, that you know the truth. You said you found it funny that people had thought that we were a couple when we walked together, and I have to admit, the thought of you and I, it warms me to the very core. In you, I think I have found a chance at truest love, and I can’t bring myself to simply turn away from you. There is no better way to explain my madness than this: I love you.
An Admiring Friend,
(And here my name was signed)
