In the full moon of the sweet November night
I expose my love to her in hopes that she may bid me “closer.”
I look into her deep eyes seeing our future’s bright light.
I taste her intoxicating perfume,
But I would rather taste her lips.
No other girl comes close to her equal.
She had me hooked the moment I saw her hips.
Alas she looks into my eyes and is blind.
Our time together could have been great,
But she left it all behind.
I take my leave with the corpse of my future.
Instead of a lover, boyfriend, confidant, I am simply a “friend.”
Maybe someday she will see what I saw
By graduation’s end.