What can I write about her? <br />I could use my feelings like myrrh, <br />I could attempt my thoughts to spur, <br />but I would err myself pointlessly, <br />cause when I’m with her I feel glee, <br />and she should know better than me <br />that she haunts me like a banshee, <br />with her wee figure and her hair of gold, <br />at times she can be such a scold, a guile! <br />with her serious looks and childlike smile <br />she is tormenting me like a trial... <br /> <br />I wish I could touch her for a while. <br /> <br />But she is forbidden like a sinful pleasure, <br />an impossible treasure never to be had, <br />and as I watch her lips offer me tips <br />on how not to be so mad or sad <br />I feel bad only to pay attention <br />to that mystifying dimension of her voice, <br />and not out of choice but out of need <br />I can’t heed her advice, yet I don’t <br />want her see me weak and crying, <br />so I am lying and trying to look cool, <br />such a fool I am, not worth her intellect, <br />but I respect her like a gospel <br />and even when I cannot conceive <br />why she doesn’t believe the stories I tell <br />I am willing to go to hell <br />just to be lost in the olive green of her eyes, <br />cause everything about her is so worthwhile... <br /> <br />I wish I could touch her for a while.<br /><br />Niko Tiliopoulos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-bonny-lass/
