One big Cliche

Cliché

Roses are red
Violets are blue
A bit too cheesy
For you?
Let me start over
I’m nervous and want to fall over
My heart is racing
For you
I am no athlete
I am not super smart
But that doesn’t mean
I can’t love you
I’m giving my heart
For this is my start
To show how much
I care for you
As far as poems go
I’m not putting on a show
Do understand
These feelings are real
These feelings can be meant for you
But if it not be so
Should I sink so low
This floor is but one level
Then I shall sink to all levels below
Not in weeping
But in understanding
For I have not said a word to you
You may never hear this poem
Nor read its letters
This one is my closely guarded secret
Here inside shuttered
For you beautiful girl
Will never know how I feel
I will tip my hat to the sun
As it is my appeal
We pass each other in the hallways
Barely exchanging a word
Wishing I could say
Would you like to go out?
But, no not a word
Because I will doubt
Yet here in my heart
Will lie that question
It is so hard to understand
Something that isn’t yours
Since it is mine
It is my heart
That’s on the line