You have always <br />Believed <br /> <br />Had you gotten <br />The chance <br /> <br />At this time <br />you would be <br />as good as <br />they are <br /> <br />Maybe <br />even better <br /> <br />From acting your <br />favorite part <br />To singing your <br />favorite song <br /> <br />From cooking your <br />favorite meal <br />To tying your <br />Shoelaces <br /> <br />Given the chance <br />At this time <br />you would probably <br />be the best <br /> <br />The way you seem <br />to always capture <br />the passion <br /> <br />Each time they <br />are being performed <br />You act along <br /> <br />Those goose bumps <br />will rise <br /> <br />As you skin <br />Starts to shiver <br /> <br />Your eyes wide shut <br />Blindly repeating <br />the lines <br /> <br />Pretending you are <br />the one on that <br />stage <br /> <br />Though you have <br />never rehearsed <br /> <br />Still in tune with <br />every verse <br /> <br />You swore on your <br />Life <br /> <br />It’s with, you in mind <br />These lines were <br />written <br /> <br />Sometime tears would <br />flow <br /> <br />As you would just <br />be standing there <br /> <br />Smitten.<br /><br />Gamaliel Scipio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smitten-19/
