Unsigned poem of Love....

Almost five years ago, I wrote an unsigned love poem to a girl I hardly knew. I told sha......, among other things, that life was a blaze of magnificence, that she made it even brighter, and that someday I would spend everyday with the prettiest girl in the world.

When she read the poem she got goose bumps, smiled from ear to ear, and daydreamed about the gentleman behind the poetic prose. She showed it to her sister who sighed and said, “How romantic… I wish someone would write me a poem like that.” Then she showed it to her parents. Her mom smirked, but her dad frowned and said, “Don’t waste your thoughts on a foolish boy hiding behind a silly poem.” Finally, she let her new boyfriend read it. In a grim voice he said, “Let me know when you find out who wrote it, because I’d like to give him a piece of my mind!”

Despite reactions ranging from enthusiasm to aggravation, she kept the poem and still has it in her possession today… nearly five years later. Her brother, recently found it neatly folded and tucked between two pages of a photo album she keeps in her den.

I know all this because some one told me. He and I met in school ten years ago and we have been best friends ever since. He was, frankly, the reason I wrote the poem.

The poem I wrote wasn’t good, gramatically incorrect, at least not in my mind. I wrote it because many doubted me. Sure, I thought shareena was pretty, but I wanted to settle down with her. At the time, I didn’t even know her. And as it turns out, she and I have almost nothing in common.

The last genuine love poem I wrote went to a girl I met a month before I met shareena. She was on the marriage function, and her beauty was majestic.

Our first date went well. But the next afternoon Shareena spoke to a few of her freinds, two of which I had previously known. Stupid me… When I read the poem I actually believed that I was being sincere! I thought I was special,” screamed! “I was… and you are,” I mumbled as she walked away.

I wasn’t trying to cheat her. I thought she was gorgeous. I thought she carried herself with amazing grace. I wanted to be around her. I wanted to be hers. She was the most perfect girl in the entire world… and I felt this way a hundred times before.