That Girl

Every passing day, I see that Girl.
That Girl, for whom I do so love.
That Girl, I do so try to help.
But fail, so miserably.

When Im with her, I feel so at ease,
So happy, so joyful, so loved.
When I hear her voice, my heart begins to soar.
Soar into a cloudless sky, with nothing to tie it down.

But, the times when she is upset,
I try to be of help, happy, optimistic.
And yet I fail, with her still depressed,
And me, feeling so useless, so weak.

Yet, I still love her.
Even though she loves another, and not me.
Even though these voices tell me not to care.
I still love her.

That Girl, means so much.
That Girl, so precious.
That Girl, who I hope someday will realize.
That, Brittany, I love you.

This is another one of CW's poems. He is a friend of mine that is amazing. This poem is about me. At the moment i am stuck in an interesting place with love. Not really a triangle, more like a pentagon or octagon. Just depends. Anyways, I hope you like it!!!