Works of an Amateur

I met this girl

(This was an older poem about one of my crushes, I wrote it with a bit of old English, kinda as an experiment)

I met this really cute girl
She's sweet, kind, hot
I met this gorgeous girl
She's perfect,
She knows how to break me,
To fluster, to beguile me
She knows how to make me smile
I don't know if she knows
She probably doesn't know,
Know I love her,
Know how perfect she is
I want her to know
Know she makes me-
Makes me blush, smile, laugh

Perchance I could tell her,
Tell thee,
Tell thee how much you mean to me
But-
Thoughts of rejection plague me...
Thoughts of inferiority:
Am I good enough,
Good enough for her?
I am not good enough for me
Would'st thou reject me?
Wherefore would'st thou date me
Like me, reject me
Wherefore thou won't help
Won't lift my heavy heart

Oft I sit and think of nought;
Nought but thee
Oft I sit and mark thee
Mark thee as thou wouldn't me

I resolve to share this nonsense;
This meaningless nothing,
I resolve to share it with thee
Hark; hark now and mark me,
Mark me as I mark thee
I beg to you
Others!
Counsel!
Give me counsel!
How shall I resolve to tell this maiden fair
How shall I resolve to confess
I shall with the courage thou hast wrought,
Wrought upon me,
Upon my heavy soul,
My heavy heart

Thou should'st know I resolve,
Verily,
To bring with my resolve
And to keep my promises

(Reading this again it's very repetitive and slightly annoying)