What does he think of me? Sometimes it's hard to tell another person how you feel, especially if you don't know how they feel about you in return. This poem expresses my feelings during the times when I wish I could tell him just how I feel.

This is poem is about my love yes but what makes it so unique is that I have had such bad times with others in the past until he came along and showed me who I really was on the inside. He showed me that I deserved to be loved and I should love myself before anything I set out to do. He let me see by his devotion to me and me alone that there is a true guy out there for me that won't think of me as a trophy but think of me for my mind, my heart and who I am deep down inside.

I wrote this poem after my boyfriend and I broke up. I still really care about him!

This poem is about my friend. He is one of my best friends and I have fallen In love with him. I have this huge crush on him and I don't know how to tell him. Maybe one day I will get enough guts to give this poem to him. Maybe one day I will find out if he feels the same way.

Love at first site is one thing - but being in love with someone who already has a girlfriend? This poem, my first one, is about my experience with this specific type of love-triangle. You can never ease the pain of being in love with someone who does not love you back. I, unfortunately, learned the hard way.

When I wrote this poem I was in a mood of great excitement, for I just experienced my first date. I guess the poem is about finding the right one, which at the time seemed like that person which has stolen my heart was the right one and held that precious key.

This poem is for my wonderful boyfriend Steven who is not only my boyfriend but he's my one, true Best Friend.

This poem is about the interaction between two people, drawn to each other by some type of attraction. There is flirting, but the girl wonders if it is only superficial, or if there are truly deep feelings behind his flirting. She thinks about him constantly, but is saddened by the thought that perhaps he isn't driven with the same deep love that she is.

Maybe he is too young to understand or to feel as deeply as she does. She thinks about every little thing he has done to her, but realizes that he might not even think twice about them. Her spirits lift as she dwells on all the beauty he has given her, and accepts whatever he is offering, shallow or deep.

I am 16 years old and this poem is about my first True Love. It's about how I don't want to let go of what we once had. But how gradually I must come to terms with it slipping away.

I wrote this poem to my girlfriend after she wrote one calling me a flower waiting to blossom. She wrote it when I was questioning my love for life.

This is what I wrote back for her.