i wish she’ would come back,
to see what I have written,
can she really ever tell,
that i am totally smitten ?
i will do as we please just because,
our connection is all she desires.
for all she believes she does,
is beautiful and inspires.
i won’t make the mistake again of blindness,
lost and alone though now can finally see,
all that i offer that is less than worthless,
is prose and poems written on one knee.
dead beat poet 