Who am I Now (poetry)

Not Another Love Story

He's only ever been kind to me.
Though his good looks were all anyone else could see.
I watched him from afar,
his smile, glowing brighter than the brightest star.
Although he had my heart,
this is not where this story starts.

One awful winter's day, it was as cold as cold can be
in the city, south of the coldest sea.
I stood outside, waiting for my father's car.
But it would take a while since he worked too far.
Suddenly, he parked in front of me, his car only inches apart.
His entrance, gave my heart quite the start.

He said, "You look so cold, I see.
A shivering lady doesn't sit right with me.
I've seen you around and you don't live too far.
I'll get you home, just hop in my car."
From that moment, we could never be apart.
I knew then that this boy would have my heart.

And time moved forward and so did we,
until the day came when I knew he'd confess to me.
He said, "I've been hurt and I've been scarred,
but you're the first person I would give my heart.
You are more beautiful than art.
More mysterious than stars.
Though I'm not very smart,
even I know we shouldn't ever be apart.
So please, tell me if you feel the same.
Do you feel our spark growing into a flame?"

Then for some reason, for the life of me,
my ability to think had abandoned me.
Panic set it in and all I could do was stare.
But I had to say something, he was right there!
He stood in front of me with his perfect hair.
Dark brown eyes, a truly beautiful pair.
I really do like him, but do I dare?
Yes. Yes, I do. I'll tell him, I swear!
And from my mouth, I then delivered "I like peanut butter."
The last words he would ever hear me utter.