The One.

This I see, visions of her and me,
filling the compilations of my thoughts of she,
and dreams of we-
be, together like mac and cheese,
I vastly seek the paths that lead,
to her heart, so that me, and her, could be,
as one, never to be undone, and I,
would sacrifice, thirty years of the expanse of my life,
in order to have one rhyme that would spark,
a light, and give her an inkling of want to be mine,
just so that one time, I could find,
emotional connection, intense enough to burn the sun,
run with it 'till the song is done,
but I'm only half way through verse one.

Yet I'm set to fail,
cause she's eleven on a one-to-ten scale.
The fall of her gaze impacts like hail,
and I'm left bruised under the icy sheets,
like damn. She's really lookin' at me?
Wit, beauty, and style,
all of these qualities making my strife worthwhile,
if only to see her smile.
And I know, undoubtedly,
that her and me could be.
And I pray for something. Anything.
Show me that opening.
I'll wait forever for that day,
cause she embodies words no one could ever say.
And I don't think I've ever seen her face,
or heard her name.