I thought it had a cool rhyme scheme, something "Raven-esque", and I kept the syllable count consistent. Please be easy on me, I was just having fun and I don't know anything about poetry.
here it is:
Another boring, sappy poem,
A thing I wrote when I was home,
To whom it is I shall not show,
For no one surely cares.
Alone am I, alone is she,
Convinced she is the one for me,
I beg, while she sits idly
To take a chance, to dare.
“Nay,” says she, “I love another,”
Leaving me to gasp and wonder,
“How could I have ever loved her?
…Perhaps it was her hair?”
Silky, subtle, soft, long and dark,
A most aesthetic work of art.
Or maybe ‘tis her smile that marks
The basis of my care.
“But no,” I think, “It cannot be…
Her smile cannot alone lure me,
It must be those with which she sees
That cause me most to stare.
Alas, it matters not, I lose.
This bomb of love, I can’t diffuse –
I struggle, while she stands bemused,
I cry, “It isn’t fair!”
As she leaves with stunning beauty,
I shout, “It is my sworn duty…
I’ll take your troubles and soothe thee!”
Her burdens I will bear.
A desperate act to keep her near,
The last of mine to reach her ear.
And unperturbed she leaves me here,
To wallow in despair.
Now a talent I’ve come to hone
Is writing long and sappy poems,
For maybe some day she’ll come home,
To read one or a pair.
But yet, ‘till then, I sigh and wait,
‘Till brought to me she is by fate.
I think we shall have one last date,
Though certainty is rare.
Now I am through, that’s all I write,
And hopefully I’ve shed some light
Upon my role, my love, my fight,
My lass, with looks so fare.
For her return is all I hope,
For now I lie and sit and mope.
One day we’ll finally elope,
This is my final prayer.
Whaddya think? Dreadful, right? But wicked fun to write. :]
