Confessions of the Tangled Fates (Poem)

Boy:

Why is it that every time we run into each other,

You stutter, I falter, can’t think of a word to utter?

Yet here you are, standing in front of me,

A rare exquisite beauty that only I can see.

                                                Girl:

                                                Why do you think that in those times we meet,

                                                You retreat, I admit, you make my thoughts complete;

                                                Yet I’m standing here, looking up to you,

                                                A solid brick of wall that I can’t break through.

Boy: 

Indeed I am, but allow me to say a few words,

I don’t care if you’d call them compliments or plain absurd;

For you’re the only star who shines the brightest,

The only one I see to make me forget about the rest.

                                                Girl:

                                                You flatter me with your kind words, dear sir,

                                                Compliments or not, I don’t know what I’d prefer;

                                                For you light something up inside of me,

                                                Trapping my feelings that long to be free.

Boy: 

Don’t you know that every time I see you,

You make me begin my day anew?

I don’t know what I feel, I still don’t understand,

But your eyes make me feel like I’m sinking down a quicksand.

                                                Girl:

                                                How in the world will I know for sure?

                                                ‘Cause I also feel the same way you endure;

                                                Whereas your burning eyes freeze me to the spot,

                                                Your mere presence ties my feelings to a knot.

Boy:

What say you? Shall we start something new?

It seems that the only person I can think of is you;

Can’t you see that I’m in love with thee?

Is it a yes or a no? Why don’t you tell me?

                                                Girl: 

                                                My thoughts are a whirlwind that I have to ponder,

                                                Is it truth that you speak from your mind, I wonder?

                                                I believe I have made myself clear,

                                               Come hither, and prove to me that your love is sincere.