To Talk

Nothing in this world
Is really truly perfect
Except for one person
One person I know

This person isn’t actually perfect
As no one truly is.
But she is to me
I wish I could

I can’t tell her
I might die
That’d be too heart wrenching
That’d be to dire

So I shall just marvel from afar
Her perfection
And gaze longingly
At what I cannot have

For I will never
I shall not
Ever
Get the nerve

To Talk to her