Nobody Knows

I long for you. 

You are always on my mind. 

Your smile is etched in my soul, 

your face imprinted in my thoughts,

with your beautiful dark hair and your passion for books. 

If you doubt me, then why do I speak of you to everyone? 

If you doubt me, then why do I make an effort to observe every subtle detail about your smile,

 which you often conceal when you laugh? 

I make mental notes about you,

 I sit and pen countless verses about you, 

even though they lack harmony. 

To me, they are works of art portraying a sweet girl who became the center of my world. 

No, she wasn't just the center of my world. She was my entire world. 

Every action was for her and her alone, 

the one who guided me to love, 

the one who showed me that love isn't as daunting as it seems. 

Some may think I'm irrational for speaking of someone who is no longer here, 

but my dedication to you is unwavering.

still working on it, might change somethings about it.