Sixteen
“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”
– Hermann Hesse
I saw her from across the room
A long look, not a fleeting glance
Enough for my heart to go zoom
And throw my mind into a trance
Wow! She’s gorgeous and beautiful
One drop-dead, enchanting goddess
There’s an air about her; she’s magical
Of girls I’ve seen, she’s the hottest!
I have to meet her, oh! Absolutely
Else, for many nights, I’ll be sleepless
Daydreaming of her face so lovely
Yes, if I don’t, I simply can’t focus!
I have to meet her; for my future
All my tomorrows are at stake
The fact is, my life may soon be over
If next week’s algebra test I don’t take
I have to meet her; for my sanity
So I could again add and multiply
She’s in my mind constantly
I’ve forgotten how, or even why!
Yes, I have to meet her; or else
My sixteen-year-old heart will explode
Never felt this way, my heart melts
Is this love? My mind’s on overload!
11-14-2022
© Vic Evora
Another love poem. Written seven years ago. Hidden away in my computer. Seeing light of day for the first time.
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