Decided to do another poembased upon secret feelings to the resident Goth girl Raven. I'll let you decide who's reciting it. Enjoy.
The Sight of Her
The Sight of Her this morning, always looking so serene,
The time I've taken to tell her, oh how long has it been?
The Sight of Her this morning, she always seems so calm,
The times that I'd face death before letting her come to harm,
The Sight of Her this morning, my heart begins to grow,
The time that I've felt this way and never let her know.
The Sight of Her at daytime, always doing what is right,
Today I'll finally tell her, but my chest is feeling tight,
The Sight of Her at daytime, she always helps the team,
Today I'll finally tell her, she's all I ever dream,
The Sight of Her at daytime, my heart begins to grow,
Today I'll finally tell her, how much I love her so.
The Sight of Her this evening, always by herself,
The time has come to tell her, my fear is on the shelf,
The Sight of Her this evening, she always seems to read,
The time has come to tell her, I'll give her what she needs,
The Sight of Her this evening, my heart begins to grow,
The time has come to tell her, and now she finally knows.
The Sight of Her sound asleep, nestled in my arms,
As I lay here silently, without any qualms,
The Sight of Her sound asleep, she always makes me glad,
As I lay here silently, the truest love she's had,
The Sight of Her sound asleep, my heart begins to grow,
As I lay here silently, at last I finally know.
"Without the darkness how can we tell what is light."-Revenant666