She loved him the way she loved the cool spring air;
All he ever had to do was look up at her from under his messy blonde hair.
Her feelings for the blue eyed boy had no range;
She only hoped his for her would change.
She always got lost in his eyes of the ocean;
It's almost like she was under a potion.
When ever she was near him she felt as if under a trance;
Even though she thought she'd never have a chance.
He just had this intense weird charm;
Little did he know it could cause her so much harm.
If he was a color, to her he would be blue;
His laugh caused it to be her lip that she would chew.
His smile seemed to ease and calm her pain;
But her feelings caused her so much strain.
And he never knew that she was in love with him;
Because she could never tell him, because she knew the chance of him ever feeling the same was
slim.

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Who Else And Other Works By: Jules L. Gonzales
PoetryA collection of poetry written out of pain, loss and love.