The ability to love someone as dear as I do is an exception never made and will never be a materialistic gesture. The girl of my dreams merely sits across the table smiling as I show pure devotion in the way I look into her eyes...
I love a girl with all my heart her eyes are the deepest brown. My heart is true to a forbidden love never to be truly realised. The colours of the rainbow are not so bright in a day without her smile; the sun may shine but heat will not through shallow gusts of wind that drifts us ever apart.
The stars will fall before the end and no one will love again, but to have loved a love that is so true is better than any rhyme.
A poem is nothing without a plot and nothing without its fans but stars that fall and brains that pour the words of true divine.
My life would not be complete without this girl around. I reveal no name but hold it so very dear to my heart. She knows who she is and no one person will experience devotion at its finest.
My heart is heavy with a burden of hope that forbidden love will be ever realised before the stars have fallen.
