This poem, I WONDER is one of several written specifically for a woman that I have literally been in love with my whole life. I believe my initial encounter with BOO ( that's the name she goes by. Speaking of which, she's mentioned in the 2nd line of this write), was during the 3rd grade of elementary school. The first time I laid my eyes on her I knew she was special. As we grew so did my admiration for her beauty. I simply had a crush on her from the 3rd grade to this present day.
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I wonder what would she do if she knew.
Would she be my Boo, or tell me no can do?
I'm torn between the two.
Can this dream come true?
Or before it's even begun, is it already through?
Is it love, or just some fantasy?
Can I turn these aspirations of her and me -
In my imagination a reality?
Is any of this possible, or perhaps probable?
Is this way of thinking even logical?
Should I just let it all go even though -
She doesn't know -
About my infatuation in this fascinating scenario?
For what it’s worth I’d still like to let her know.
I think your beautiful, and it's so magical
To be hold the grace that abounds
From your head to your toes.
I think it'd be wonderful -
To spend my life with you
And if you take my hand
I'd never let you go…