So gorgeous is her body, so attractive her features. I must confess that as each second does pass, so does my infatuation.
My love for her grows stronger, unhindered by any force of Earth or Heaven above. And so it is that this love I feel for her, the one whom I call my closest friend, is unto itself a curse.
How pitiable it is that I should fall for one who I am so close to, and yet am perpetually far from. Forever by her side yet never able to hold her in my arms.
Though I know it to be a dream which shall forever remain unobtainable, my desire and longing for her affections shall not die. For eternity I am doomed to the hell of unrequited love for a friend.
I will give it a seven.
I agree with you about the free verse thing though.
Rhymes set unwanted limitations.
If you ever want to talk about poetry message me. :)
I like poems that rhyme. 5/10.
Too long!!
Wow. Not true at all.
Quit complaining.