everything except himself

Dear one for whom my heart does long,
Soft night rays play in light of your being:
Your beauty shines transformed to song,
And your voice descends serene.

Laughter trails your form like wind
As your carefree intent is shown.
As the contours of your body bend,
Sweeter melodies may never again be known.

Your voice and grace are all in place –
Inspiration gently brought
By moves of greatest form and chase –
And you are desirably sought.

What life you bring to this lonesome face,
Dancing through my apt mind you race.

I haven’t talked to or seen the girl that poem’s about in 6 years. But, we’re in the process of moving, and so I found the poem in a large notebook under my bed. It’s hard to believe it’s been six years, at that. I found myself crying, remembering her. If ever there were a mistake, it was not telling her how I felt, but I was so young then. And now, with that horribly fiendish thing called the “Internet” (namely “facebook.com”) I’ve got the chance to again, but I don’t think I can work up the nerve to do it.

Now, if anyone were to ask me how to handle the situation, I’d tell them to go for it! Specifically, I’d tell the person not to let the mistake continue. You know, tell this girl how much she meant to you and how much you’ve thought about her since. Tell her how much you’ve missed her and how you just wanted to say “Hi!” after all these years. You know, tell her that, for what it’s worth, she’s always had a place in your heart, and, you know, it’s unconditional. I mean, no matter what’s happened, you still care about this person and nothing — not time, not hurt feelings, not anything — can change that.

I’m afraid that she’ll just write me off, though. But, I think I’m going to try anyway.