A poem about: In the beginning, I knew you as a voiceI didn’t know where it would goYet I knew it would be my choiceThere was something different about youSomething most can’t seeMaybe it was your humorOr the way you talked to meI knew I was stupid for thinking there’s chanceLike maybe you’d say yesIf I asked you to the danceMonths go by And we talk for days on endIt was then that I thoughtMaybe I could be more than a friendI went to go watch you competeCheering as you ranThis is when I wish you knewI was your number one fanWe talked and we walkedAnd you looked me in the eyesFor a second time froze Then I had to say goodbyeNow you like this girlAnd I know I will never compareBecause the way you talk about herMakes me think you never caredI made up these scenariosSomething to give me hopeYet every time I think about not having youI wanna find a tree with some ropeTo think that I love youIt’s almost kind of scaryBecause how could I love youWhen I don’t love meI wish I was differentMaybe then you’d like meWhat if I had the perfect faceOr maybe the perfect bodyI’ll never be enoughOr at least that’s what I fearBut I want you to knowThat I’ll always be right here

In the beginning, I knew you as a voiceI didn’t know where it would goYet I knew it would be my choiceThere was something different about youSomething most can’t seeMaybe it was your humorOr the way you talked to meI knew I was stupid for thinking there’s chanceLike maybe you’d say yesIf I asked you to the danceMonths go by And we talk for days on endIt was then that I thoughtMaybe I could be more than a friendI went to go watch you competeCheering as you ranThis is when I wish you knewI was your number one fanWe talked and we walkedAnd you looked me in the eyesFor a second time froze Then I had to say goodbyeNow you like this girlAnd I know I will never compareBecause the way you talk about herMakes me think you never caredI made up these scenariosSomething to give me hopeYet every time I think about not having youI wanna find a tree with some ropeTo think that I love youIt’s almost kind of scaryBecause how could I love youWhen I don’t love meI wish I was differentMaybe then you’d like meWhat if I had the perfect faceOr maybe the perfect bodyI’ll never be enoughOr at least that’s what I fearBut I want you to knowThat I’ll always be right here

In the beginning, just a voice,
A whisper through the tangled air,
Uncertain paths, they gave no choice,
Yet something in you stirred the rare.

Maybe it was the laughter shared,
Or words that bloomed in twilight's grace,
With naivety, I dared,
Dreamed I'd find in you my place.

Months waltzed by like fleeting scenes,
As daily talks entwined our thought,
I watched you race through verdant greens,
Number one, the cheer I brought.

A look exchanged, time's gentle pause,
Yet soon the dusk dispelled the day,
Now your heart beats another's cause,
And leaves me adrift, astray.

Scenarios I spun, false hope,
Just shadows flickering bright and shy,
Each thought of you, I'd wish to cope,
Beneath a tree's old, whispered sigh.

To love when self-love wears so thin,
Such mystery a tender fright,
Yet here I'll stand through thick and thin,
A steadfast beacon in your night.

Imperfection casts its doubt,
The love I seek seems far and bleak,
But know forever, through this bout,
Beside you—always—I will speak.

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In the beginning, just a voice, A whisper through the tangled air, Uncertain paths, they gave no choice, Yet something in you stirred the rare. Maybe it was the laughter shared, Or words that bloomed in twilight's grace, With naivety, I dared, Dreamed I'd find in you my place. Months waltzed by like fleeting scenes, As daily talks entwined our thought, I watched you race through verdant greens, Number one, the cheer I brought. A look exchanged, time's gentle pause, Yet soon the dusk dispelled the day, Now your heart beats another's cause, And leaves me adrift, astray. Scenarios I spun, false hope, Just shadows flickering bright and shy, Each thought of you, I'd wish to cope, Beneath a tree's old, whispered sigh. To love when self-love wears so thin, Such mystery a tender fright, Yet here I'll stand through thick and thin, A steadfast beacon in your night. Imperfection casts its doubt, The love I seek seems far and bleak, But know forever, through this bout, Beside you—always—I will speak.