Crush

I'm too young for romance
But yet it makes its advance
I'm too young to wait for princes
Yet I day dream at all my chances

Fairy Tales are not real
But their truth has much appeal
The world is cold, cruel and evil
But there's happiness 'neath that anvil

Crushes seem weak nonsense
Love sparks hope and persistence
I'm to young for sparking love
But crushing descends like a white dove

I hope he notices
When I'm a true poetess
I give silent dodging glances
And look away at all my chances

It's fleeting, mysterious
Wondrous and delirious
Many wise have pondered it's glory
And what makes it come down lowly  

Years have been spent trying
To figure out the lying
Emotions that tell you nonsense
Suffocates, and makes you so tense

I'm too young for this
But yet it leads to my bliss
I marvel as it to me comes
Leading the world with steady drums

It passes age to age
A romance playing on stage
It starts small, but now is large
And soon enough it will be in charge

I'm too young for romance
But yet it makes its advance
I'm too young to wait for princes
Yet I day dream at all my chances

Author's Note

Sorry for all the mistakes, I have a hard time getting poems to rhyme, but I like them more if they do. Keep in mind that I'm 13. Does any one know how to get the top of the image to show?

Reviews

[Manpreet]

Amazing write! Your thoughts took it much beyond than to put lines in order to follow rhyme. Adorable work, I will save it in my library

[Dearantlers]

No idea, but when I click on the picture, it shows the whole thing. I loved the poem, and your rhyming is fine! This is really good!!!