There is only one
For whom now
I cannot write
A poem about.

All of those
Within my life
All of those
I care about
Have inspired words
But over you
I am stumped.

I realize now
In these words
This is a poem
About you.

But it is not
Of my typical mood
Or of expression
That I wish to show.

Maybe you
I have not known
Quite enough
For the words to flow.

My creative mind
Is quite stumped
Though I wish to express
My many thoughts.

I do not know
What you would do
If you knew
What I believe
I feel for you.

I worry you would
Simply turn me away
Or worse yet,
Ignore what I say.

So I guess for now
I will linger in silence
And enjoy your company
Without ruining it.

If by some chance
You feel the same
Maybe then I'll write
A poem to your name.