I never met anyone
like you before,
I get nervous,
where my mind isolates itself
from any clear thoughts,
and I end up just meeting your eyes,
thoughts gone,
but unsure of how to begin
how does one
live up to the hope,
you sparked in me?
You taught me
that I can be better;
you were honest,
when no one else would be
Words flee,
my hand longs to shake
while you look at me:
are there the right words
for someone like you,
who's honest,
who sees the man in me,
not the prince, not the title,
not the money nor the rank?
if words were bouquets,
I doubt mine would be enough
for someone who deserves the world,
and it took my foolishness,
my selfishness, my awfulness
from before
to open my eyes up
to every bit of light
that comes from you
and now,
I'm drowning in all
that I wish I was,
all that I wish I could be
for you,
because even as a friend,
I fall a million miles short,
a thousand leagues shallow
to be what you would need,
to be someone you could be proud
of - someone that you would
be happy to know