Poetry

That you are pretty
the whole world knows
 
but you do not really realize it
and it’s as if you do not know of your own beauty
 
and the glances in every other eye
you do continually miss
 
and how we feel about each other,
that we are destined to be together,
 
how deep our feelings are,
that our worlds do fall apart
 
when we are separate
 
no other person does really comprehend,
not even your family,
 
or your friends that are becoming more and more
or even the postman that are bringing you letters.