M.agic
A.wesome
R.eally Cool
I.ntoxicating
A.wesome
I love her, yet she reciprocates not.
My awesome poetry cannot make her bothered or hot.
I write and I cry, in anguish and love,
For she is a woman truly from the heavens above.
Hair radiant and golden,
To her, all men are beholden.
One day she will be mine,
Which is why I write rhyme,
To win her heart with my pen
So I can be more than a friend.
