Sweet Chantal

This is a high school poem.

Sweet Chantal, you’re as beautiful as an angel.

I think heaven is where you really belong.

You’re too perfect for a terrestrial being.

I wonder if you’d love a reserved boy like me.

The love I feel for you is more than I can say.

I’d rather be with you than anyone else.

You’d be my girl if I knew how to win your heart.

 

Chantal, baby, I’m glowing with love for you.

I can’t tell you how much I adore you,

But my countenance betrays the infatuation.

I had to put this poem in your mailbox.

That’s the only way I can tell you how I feel.

Darling, I wish you’d start to fall for me.

I don’t want to say these things unsuccessfully.

 

Sweet Chantal, I need your love so badly.

I must find a way to make you consider me.

Every night I call your name before I fall asleep.

I pray that someday you’ll need me too.

And together we’ll experience the rapture of love.

Other pretty girls live in the neighbourhood,

But my eyes see only you, the one I love.

 

Chantal, baby, that boy doesn’t love you as I do.

I’m so jealous when you go out with him,

But I’m too timid to ask you out on a date.

I gaze at you when you’re watering the lawn.

And I get so nervous when you wave to me and smile.

Every time I pass you, my heart begins to glide.

My awkwardness shows and I can hardly speak.

 

Sweet Chantal, I just don’t know what to do.

It’s so easy to be secretly in love with you,

Yet it’s so hard to approach you and let you know.

My lonely arms may never embrace you,

I may never press my lips against your mouth,

And I may never hear you say you love me.

I’m just the shy boy who lives across the street.

Author's Note

Here's a love poem for the ladies.