Everything fades

Here she comes, my heart starts beating,
I’ve been excited about our next meeting,
Whenever I see her I start to feel weak,
Overwhelmed with excitement when she pecks my cheek,
If only I could tell her, and look into her eyes,
I hope that she’ll find it a wonderful surprise.

But she’s such a good friend; I don’t want it to end,
I could change everything all for the worse,
It would stay in my mind like a hovering curse,
So for now I think I’ll keep it a secret,
A relationship like ours I’d rather keep it.

I guess she’ll never know; never get a hint,
Or notice my heart’s ever shining glint,
But maybe one day, I’ll muster the courage,
Yet a person as beautiful as her, I could never manage,
Although not to worry, nor despair nor cry,
My love for her shall never die…

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Ok, so basically this is something I wrote about a special someone some time ago...
It's hard to define it as 'love' because stereotypes tell us we can't understand it at this age, but I think we can, we just chose not to.
Anyhow, as bland as this poem may seem, it was from the heart and was close to me. I have yet to feel as close to a girl ever again, always do something about it, or you miss out.

Mandar
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