Hannah

Well, I originally wrote this without the intention of anyone seeing it. Now that my feelings have passed, I decided to share it.

Oh, how I am suffering so!

From an ancient illness, experienced

By many, relieved by few

It is only an illness convienenced

When the illness is shared by two

Yet when one is to suffer alone

The illness spreads rapidly, and it is shewn

By the glassy eyes and the quivering lips

Wrapping the finger around the tips

Of the hair beautified for them

Left unnoticed, other matters discussed

Mostly involving life, sometimes the stem

Of the sickness long forgotten, yet never crushed

Despite the efforts that are made!

I love her so, though she can never be mine

Causing great despair, making me question

How long I can keep this secret, and whether we'll be fine?

I have wished for happiness and success

Of good grades and fancy dress

Hoping for a happy home life

And that I and the family have no strife

I would trade it away, if only I were able

For that dream of her embrace and the fable

Of her kiss!