November 18, 2019
Feeling bored, I looked out the window
Only to notice that,
Straight across from me,
There she was
Sitting serenely by her window,
Smiling sweetly as she worked.
I'd seen her captivating face several times before
But never had the courage or opportunity to approach her
And pour my feelings out.
It had always been a fleeting moment
But this time was different,
This time neither of us were on our way elsewhere.
The sunlight was hitting her face at the perfect angle
Making her seem as if she glowed,
Highlighting the angelic features
That echoed her personality.
Her kindness and intelligence were incomparable
Yet she never boasted about her superior talents.
Her stature and build were utterly flawless
But she never once discriminated against lesser individuals.
Her large, round glasses only accentuated her silvery doe eyes,
And cute, button nose.
Her auburn hair was always messily styled,
But it perfectly complimented her pale, smooth skin.
She was a delicate beauty, a hidden gem,
The epitome of perfection.
I engrained her image in my mind
Afraid that I might lose this precious memory.
I hadn't processed that hours had gone by,
The entire day was almost over
And all I had done was ogle and stare
At the pretty girl outside my window
Like some wanton creep.
If only she knew, I wouldn't have the slightest chance with her.
Neither if I continued to sit here,
rotting away behind my window.
The overwhelming urge to confess
Consumed my thoughts as I drafted a heartfelt poem
Pairing it with a flower from the tree branch outside my window,
I took off in the direction of her room.
Whether these feelings are reciprocated or not,
I won't let my cowardice stab me in the back.
It's better to regret what's been done
Than to be forever plagued by the what ifs.
YOU ARE READING
A Red, Red Rose
PoetryA collection of poems I've written about people I've loved. Whether they exist or not as I imagined them is a question I'll never answer. And if I was ever brave enough to confess is another matter as well, one that I'll never divulge, though reali...