Hark, for poetry spills from her fingertips

[yu_alln_mah_ear]

I miss You
But you Don't kNow
Nor will You Ever
I cannot tell you
Something keeps me from exclaiming it
You keep me gUessing
It boTh attracts and frustrates me
I wonder what it wOuld be like
Or couLd it just be
'You remind Me of...'
Either way
What ever it is
Similiar to you
I cannot ignore it
Only love and despise it

Stay my distance
Another will come
Left alone and sad
Yet too shy to say
YES!!
Choose me!

And we shall never speak of it again