Her Poem by G George

A yes to a date she owes me,
Perhaps my timing always off
Busy, a cold shoulder she showers me with
An outright no would help,

Perfection the ideal in my brain,
Flaws I acknowledge yet her beauty
Blind sides it all, and I can't quantify that
An effect on me, like them life's intricate matters
She has,

Fear of another no, my excuse, stuck and on
I canst Move not, maybe her embrace concealed,
Breathes life into me than

Can we have that date, when it's the right time,
When we can let ourselves talk and consensus we
Reach, impartiality our bottom line may be then
I can have that last dance...

@ ggeorge