One of my friends got rejected by his crush, so I wrote a poem to cheer him up! Probably. 🙂

To my dearest love,

I loved you once.
In my wildest dream, I dreamt of us running down the hills at sunset.
The blood-orange sun dyed the clouds orange,
flooding the mountains with honey-like sunlight.
A light breeze ruffles your hair, roaming between us.
The harvest moon, hanging like gold coins, makes me wonder:
If we are gazing upon the same moon, can you feel how much I miss you?
Why can’t the moon talk?

I loved you once.
I am now sitting by a pleasant window,
feeling the warmth of sunlight.
Memories flow back like waves crashing on the shore.
I still remember
we walked side by side, under the same umbrella.
You made fun of me, laughing about how I looked, wet.
I still remember, someone called your name.
I looked up to the one calling you.
Please use your name to call me.
Then I will look back faster.

I loved you once.
Love has made me selfish.
I hope to see you every morning.
I hope to hear you talk with me every day.
I hope to count the stars with you every night.
However, love has made me timid.
I’m scared to see you annoyed by me.
I’m scared to hear that I am a poor listener.
I’m scared to see you bored with me.
How can I tell you how much I love you?
Only the stars will know.

I loved you once.
I am now sitting on a bench in a park.
It’s summer right now,
but rough winds are crushing the buds of May.
Raindrops pierce me like needles.
Searing sunlight boils me as if I’m in an oven.
Yet, if our hands were clasped together,
rough winds would turn to a breeze.
Needle-like raindrops would turn as soft as feathers.
Searing sunlight would turn to a gentle glow,
just like the halo you showed.
Why?
Because I wouldn’t care about anything but you.

I loved you once.
I wish I had Shakespeare’s ink,
then I would write a version of Sonnet 108 for you.
I wish I were as romantic as the Italians,
then I would write better poems than those in the bin.
Please, believe me, I am trying to become better.
But why aren’t you satisfied?

I loved you once.
They all say it is easy to tell when someone has fallen in love by their eyes.
They can’t hide the glint in their eyes when they see the one they love.
Now I am standing right in front of you, eyes filled with you.
Why can’t you tell?
Still, I am happy that you have looked into my eyes,
since crossed eyes are a spiritual kiss without contact.

My dearest love,
I loved you once.
Please be aware I use the word loved and not love.
What you did disappointed me.
It hurts more than the crushing-bud winds, needle-like raindrops, and boiling sunlight.
All I want to ask is why.
Is it something I have that bothers you?
Even so, I’ve lost the courage to ask you again.
Yet, the ghost of your smile still haunts me in my dreams.
How am I supposed to forget you, when the seed of love has been planted so deep in my heart?