• I don't really know how it can be,
    That I've fallen in love so deeply.
    Some people state that love is blind,
    Well obviously they have a corrupted mind.

    Perhaps it it because this relationship is each our first,
    The desire for love, being so much worse.
    I don't know how it happened, but it is true.
    I am so madly in love with you.

    I'm sitting here in class, on a mild November day,
    and all I can think about is what to say.
    Erika, I truly do have deep feelings for you,
    and I don't know what to do until it comes to June.

    I'm trying so hard to not run away,
    and it's getting even harder with each passing day.
    I'm determined so greatly to finish with school,
    but it is becoming so hard, and I feel like a fool.

    I'm going to bed so late, sometimes not at all,
    Just because I don't wish to forget about a phone call.
    I stay up, reminiscing, about what was said,
    wishing to retain the information inside my busy head.

    You say I should get some sleep, get my homework done,
    But even if I do, the battle is far from won.
    I wish we could just stay up all night, talk until the next day,
    and it's so difficult when we leave, there's so much more I wish to say.

    I wish to hold you in my arms, stare into your eyes,
    and protect you from all these worldly harms, all these evils and lies.
    I wish to be with you when you cry out in pain,
    to heal the wounds, and hide the shame.

    To wipe away those tears you may cry,
    and to do so forever, even after we die.
    To kiss you when you feel alone,
    and if I have to, I'll even etch it in stone.

    But no Mountain would even be large enough,
    to carve out the amount, of my love and trust.
    My love for you, Erika, IS written however,
    It's embedded in our hearts, with a bond we are unable to sever.

    I think of every poem, I write every line,
    yet I wonder if it's all just a waste of time...
    I love you so much, but feel worthless all the while,
    because I can't be there, to make or see you smile.

    I can hear your voice, and the tone of a smile on your face,
    but I see nothing, and that image of nothing is one I cannot erase.
    It is seldom I am even my happiest anymore,
    because I know I'll be happier when I walk through that door.

    I'll see you standing there, and not an instant later,
    My arms will wrap around you, and I'll feel so much safer.
    I imagine there will be tears, screaming down our cheeks,
    but they will be tears of joy, knowing we've each found the person, we set out to seek.