This a poem I wrote about someone very special to me...

Unremarkable

I don’t understand.

My mind is hazy; foggy; lost at sea.

This is beyond my comprehension,

Beyond my understanding.

Why?

Why did this happen?

How could this happen?!

This sort of thing happens

To fictional characters on T.V.

Not to real people.

Not to me.

“Love is mysterious.”

“Love is uncontrollable.”

Bah!

Useless, worn-out clichés!

Why do I love him so much?

There’s nothing special about him!

He’s not attractive.

He’s not considerate.

He’s not polite, kind, or thoughtful.

He’s simply mediocre in every way!

And yet…

And yet my pulse skips a beat

When he enters the room.

I have a newfound spring in my step

When he says a simple ‘hello,’

My heart pounds furiously

When I gaze into his eyes.

If he’s nothing special,

Why do I feel so ecstatic

When his hand brushes against mine?

Why does my strife seem to melt away

When I see that crooked smile?

And why…

Why must I fall

Head-over-heels

For someone so utterly…

…unremarkable?

Infatuation?

Maybe.

Love?

…I don’t know.

Lifelong lovers of a brief summer fling?

Perhaps…

The most important thing now…

…is not to worry.

Not to ponder.

Not to think.

And simply enjoy.

Enjoy every moment together.

Every.

Last.

One.

Because these precious moments

Could very well

Be the last.

Please review, flames welcome.

God Bless,

Frenchie-chan