You're sitting on the couch, watching TV.
Wishing that you could be watching me...

Where did our conversations go?
They used to last so long...

There once was a young man of twenty,
in love with a girl of sixteen...

Lying alone on this cold winter's eve
My thoughts of you seem never to cease...

I once saw a movie
About unrequited love...

Falling so hard;
Moving way too fast...

Tears well up, threatening to o\'erspill these...
Blackened; That\'s what society calls fashion...

Must poems always be about love, or hate?
Must they always mention God, or fate...

Thy tender heart beats lightly in thy bosom.
Thine angelic face I cradle close, whispering...

The time of your arrival draws e'er nearer.
I look to the west in search of your face...

I lie awake, thinking only of you.
Is this what the lovestruck go through...

Here at the show
I'm in the front row...