I really, really loved this poem. The best of yours I've read. I think the rhythm worked well, and I loved the ending. "Love is in the soul, and since my soul goes wherever you go, I myself cannot love you." Pure poetry.

Ack! Las! You have a typo in the second sentence. It's killing me! Okay, fix that because it messes with the rhythm.

The line 'My nose leaves me breathless' was beautiful, and me personally, I don't think you needed the 'For lack of oxygen'. It seems out of place. May want to take that out.

Okay, you sort of confused me at the end. It seems that the person of interest is all that and a bag of chips, s'cuse my metaphor, but then the admirer realized they can not go with the object of their affections?

I don't understand why they can't love them? They could be worlds apart but love is ignorant to boundaries of matter. Are you saying that you can't allow yourself to love the person because they are leaving? Or was the last line to say the object of their affection is now out of their league?

Sort of like the typical outcast geek and the smart friendly cheerleader. They co-exist yet are opposites that won't attract. Does that make sense/ Well I like it. The blip with the words in the beginning is my only gripe, but I like your poems so I'm going to have to review another one, like you asked.

Thanks for putting the link in your profile also. Means a lot.

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I thought this was good :)

Keep up the good work and keep writing.