Love Struck

The gentle step
And silent breath
Was all too long ago

I remember green eyes
Where beauty truly lies
Shimmering like snow

Awed by her personality
I wonder what she thinks of me.
Does she even know?

That I find her enchanting
And wish that I could sing
Of love I cannot show.

Despite my attempts
She ignores me
Maybe I'm too slow.

I hold her hand
She does not understand
And strikes me with a blow

Alas! The end
She's just a friend.
I must have been too bold.

Author: Anon, but I know who wrote it.