My first love poem

I know of a girl, whose name I shan't yet tell,
but who is lovely, and for whom I fell…

A strange and beautiful creature I found her at first;
pretty little face, cute little nose, and dark eyes with a thirst;
her mouth speaking words where dream and reality does merge.

Her form is slender, graceful and lithe.
Her skin is that of pure milk white,
shining greatly on any moonlit night.
Trust me on this, she's a lovely sight!

Her soft voice is spoken beyond her years,
as we speak about hopes, thoughts, likes and fears,
words we speak about places we wish to go,
meanings of futures that are ours to hold

As she writes poems about the many dreams of fright,
she hides herself away from the broad daylight,
in a place unseen by many, and unknown to all,
waiting for any who would do her company during the fall

But dearest one, you are never alone;
when years have gone by and time has flown,
I will be yours and reflect you well,
like a mirror with lots to tell

“You are strange and you're beautiful, yet you do not see,
like the full moon above the vast blackened sea;
You shine upon a shadowed surface so imperfect,
and you feel not free, for that is all that you see.
I want to show you what my mind does project,
so will you listen to me? Can you see what I see?”

I wish that I would finally have the chance to hold you, moon of my nights,
for I wish for nothing more than a hug from my heart's delight.
Two worlds apart, yet bound together through space and time;
such is the fate of our two hearts entwined.

So long as my lungs draw air and my eyes can see,
so long lives this, and gives life to thee…