This is a poem that tells of a boy,
Shy and retiring, naturally coy,
Love he craved but from attention he shied,
Gave out the opinion he had everything to hide.
This is a poem of a girl with no friends,
Twice she had thought of bringing the end,
A heart that gives love but does not receive,
She doesn't know how to laugh and so she greives.
This is the poem of when they both met,
The girl said nothing, in her ways she was set.
The boy however, found for the first time his voice.
The girl smiled and replied, and inwardly rejoiced.
This is the poem of how they were friends,
Would not seperate for means or for ends,
Shared secrets and jokes, cured eachothers strife,
For them every day was the best of their life.
This is the poem of how it all ended,
Cut of the root, never to be mended
It was an innocent act, though seemed cruel,
Both sent off to a different school.
This is a poem of the real world and so,
Did they meet again? the answer is no,
But even though He knows his chances are slim,
He wishes for her daily, and her for him.
