This is my silent confession my love.

She.
Lovely was she.
With her golden brown hair,
Her porcelain skin so fair.
Her eyes a blue green like the sea she loved so much.
Every morning she would go to see the waves rush,
To the shore.
Where she’d many times before,
Had encounters with me.
For you see,
She is all I live for.
It is she whom I adore.
I love her,
I really do…


I’m sure you like many others have made wishes upon falling stars. Well as a child I would sit by the window looking for those falling stars. Why? Just to wish, over and over again. In hope of my wish coming true I would do this for countless nights. What was my wish? Well, just for her… For her to notice me. For her to look my way so I could catch a glimpse of those mesmerizing eyes of hers.

I never got that moment. That moment I had wished for on countless falling stars.


But it was never meant to be,
You and me.
So I wish you adieu,
May you find a love more true.


Sealed with a kiss and flown by a dove,
This is my silent confession my love.