I may be a little cliche, but let's keep it real, I'm super cliche.
Sending flowers out of the blues, swaying and reminding me you adore me.
Handwritten letters overflowing with affirmations that touch my soul,
My favorite love language, making me feel complete, making me whole.

Sneaking into my room, when just knocking on the front door would do,
Simply because you miss me, and trust me, I miss you too.
Gentle kisses on my forehead, so tender and sweet,
Our hands intertwined, a feeling of bliss, feeling complete.

Your hands gently placed on my waist, claiming me as yours,
Strolling together down the street, as our love soars.
Movie nights creating memories so divine,
Small gestures of love, like stars align.

But alas, it's all in my imagination, my thoughts running wild,
In reality, you never spare me a glance, it's got me beguiled.
Like a nerdy girl taking a leap, hoping for a whirl,
Am I just being delusional, lost in an unrequited love swirl?

Not even a single glance, yet my heartache persists,
But I'll keep hoping, against all the twists.
For my love is true, my words sincere,
In this poetry, my feelings are crystal clear.

Maybe, just maybe, one day you'll give me a glance and fate will give us a chance,
And we'll have our own dance, in this love-filled romance.

© Amira