*A/N: It's all coming to a close! This is the third to last poem, then Nygus, AND THEN LORD DEATH. That's it folks. No more. I think I will lie to you and postpone Lord Death's until tomorrow. Tee-hee, sorry. Love you guys! Okay, my attempt at Oxford. Let's hope it doesn't sound too…similar to Gophers. Here we go!*

I don't love you; I adore you, by Ox Ford.

Most guys are nervous when talking to cute girls.

I've never really been like most guys I guess.

I can freely express my emotions without any problems.

If I like you, you'll know.

Maybe I lay it on too thick; maybe I need to give her space.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

I've written sonnets and serenaded as best as my high voice can.

I've dedicated poem after poem to her, yet no words I say faze her.

No matter how perfect my diction, no matter how neat my handwriting,

Nothing works.

I've tried the usual chocolates, flowers, and gifts

Yet no material gifts suit her fancy.

Death, help me, what do I do?

No man has tried harder than I to get her attention.

Any other boy in school would just give up and move onto the next girl.

There is no next girl for me.

She is the only one.

From the moment I saw her I could see no other.

She was a vision of heavenly descent

A goddess walking the grounds of this school

With such grace and angelic beauty that it made my heart quiver.

My glasses surely must have been broken for this woman, this divine being, couldn't be real.

Could she?

But oh, oh she was! And every day since that day I made it my goal to walk aside that ethereal splendor

Whose name was Kimberly. A name that sewed itself onto my soul and made my body dance.

I knew, deep down, that a divine queen of otherworldly allure could never chose me.

Still I tried, I gave it my all.

She swayed in my thoughts continuously, never endingly, persistently.

I could never get her off my mind.

As if she was my drug, I was hooked.

Yet as persistent as I was and as stubborn too, she did not even give me a passing glance.

We remained friends, bitterly, somberly, heart-breakingly friends.

I was content, for a millisecond, that she would even consider me a friend.

I pushed my luck. Perhaps I pushed too hard. But curse it all I wanted her.

I needed her. She must be mine, no matter the cost. For her I would do anything.

I have proclaimed my love a thousand times and yet she snubs me, the cruel temptress.

I have gotten on my knees, begged her just to go on one date and she steps all over me.

Her unkind yet enchanting sapphire eyes haunt me, tease me, torment me.

Sometimes I wonder if she is not as pure as I believe.

Then I go and smack myself, for her sake, for blaspheming her treasured name.

For she always proves me wrong. The moment I hear her wind chime laughter,

The moment she turns her lips up into a cute smile,

The moment she outstretches a hand to help her fellow student,

The moment she sings, bewitching and lively like the sprite she is,

Then I realize how callous of a fool I am.

Ah, Kim, my darling, my celestial swan, the Juliet to my Romeo

What will it take to win your affection?

What would please a holy, elegant, cherub such as you?

If I could adorn you with the very stars I would

If I could make the constellations your crown

And the galaxies your dress I would.

My heart yearns for you and you alone.

Your hair, a virginal blush of spring,

So soft to the touch.

Your eyes clean and blessed, like the whitest of rivers,

Glow like sapphires.

Your fresh, flushed face, sweet and extraordinarily lovely

Is nothing short of breathtaking.

Yet all these compliments never make you even bat an eye.

My sweet peach, you are the world to me.

If only you could see that I worship the very ground you walk on.

If all words fall short and flat, meaningless, consistent, tedious, and out of use

Then I will have but three words to say that mean all that my heart feels.

Three simple words, as honeyed and as blissful as I can only dream your lips to be.

Let these words ring clear for if nothing else works, if nothing else matters to you

At least know this, cherish-able peach, that I love you.

There is surely nothing more simple and to the point as that.

Nothing as crisp and as untouched as those uncomplicated as that phrase.

Tired, perhaps, but it is the truth.

Perhaps I'm just not your type, perhaps I say too much,

Or maybe I am trying too hard.

Or maybe…maybe…

Goddesses don't date mortals.

So I will try, for you my pet, to become immortal.

To become a god, to become the king to reign at your side.

With my lightning staff in hand I am reminiscent of Zeus, am I not?

Perhaps when you see my true power you will start to show affection for me.

Why are you so distant my bell? Don't look away from me, my heart can't stand it.

Please, Kim, I don't know how else to please you. I don't know what else to say.

I love you just isn't good enough anymore. What do I say then?

Kim, sweetheart, I adore you.

But without much more to say than that, what good am I to you?

*A/N: There you have it then, was it all you hoped for? I certainly hope so! Well, alright then, it didn't sound so much like Gophers. I liked this one a lot, didn't you? Nygus is next guys, second to last one! Boohoo…I guess?*