Nameless
I suppose that for this one
she had better remain nameless;
Yeah, she'd wan't it that way.
Now, is the part
where I expand on the many facets of her beauty
of her charm
etc, etc.
I am sorry to say that I won't be including that
to my poem
For you see,
its not that I don't want to share her perfection with you.
Its simply that, I cannot.
I have not the talent or intellegence to portray to you
what she means to me.
Yeah, I love her.
She doesn't love me, however.
I suppose that I think that is unfair,
Maybe,
I just don't want anyone else to have her,
She tells me that I can be jealous.
I see that now.
She told me with her eyes that she has been disappointed with me.
I understand my mistakes.
I would reform every curve on my body,
change every pattern of thought
for that girl.
We are very close, she and I
I am grateful for that,
For you see I still have more than you!
I still get to talk to an Angel whenever I want to,
I get to converse with a Princess, on a daily basis.
I have felt her embrace,
I have experienced the immensity of her sweet kiss,
and I could die with that.
I could go on,
But I'm sure her name will slip sooner or later,
Among the ramblings about her angelic face and her obsession with her
legs,(that aren't fat)
I'm sure I'd mention her name.
I said I wouldn't mention her name.
That's the end.
Paul Willson
September,1997