A Stalker's Love Poem
They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day I’d pray!
What do they know of true love anyway?
A few times we went out, and we nearly kissed.
But things took a wrong turn. What had I missed?
I’m sure her friends said to keep me at bay.
What do they know of true love anyway?
They called me possessive; then even she
got an order from court to restrain me
for treasuring her!! Here’s all I can say:
What do they know of true love anyway?
They got me for murder; I love that girl still.
I could not have her, so no one else will.
I sit writing love poems, rotting away. . .
What do they know of true love anyway?
11/12/17 for the Stalker Contest of Silent One
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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