Struggle

I look at her and feel my hands shaking,
and when our gazes meet I look away.
I want to tell her how my heart's aching.
There are so many things I wish to say.
I struggle deep, with hope, each time she's near
because it seems she's never near enough.
I know I should not say how much I care,
as when I try the words come out too rough.
I laugh and play for all around to see
while silent tears amass behind the smile.
I joke about myself incessantly
to try and soothe the hurt for just a while.
I want, I wish, I hope. All are inane.
My feelings simply will remain in vain.

Shakespearean Sonnet - The sonnet form used by Shakespeare, composed of three quatrains and a terminal couplet in iambic pentameter with the rhyme pattern abab cdcd efef gg.