Love, love it was all I was about. Stricken by thoughts, believing that she’s my one true love. Faith put belief that it could possibly happen, real love could happen. Closer and closer we became holding hands, walking her to class. Focusing only on her beauty and not her ass. Wanting to hold her tight and never letting go. Fighting through so many haters and hard times, and still I loved her so. Then the love faded and all of her feelings fell. The love changed to nothing, like our heaven changed to hell. Crushed by the absence of love, prayers and requests to have her love once more. But God has denied my prayers, and left my heart battered and sore. Writing to her trying to get her back but I got to take it slow. 5-4-3-2-1, yes, no, yes, no, maybe I don’t know. Nervousness holds me back, afraid that hatred has overcome what used to be love. Seeking love, her love, but it’s always one step above. See her walking in the hallway, and feel higher than the sky. Grasping more hope and faith every time she says “Hi.” Hurt and confused, she’s all I’ve ever wanted. Emotions are crushed away, and all my dreams are haunted. On the verge of crying, begging and pleading for just one more chance. The pain and suffering stick out and hold me away from this tragic romance. I am Romeo. Romeo looking for my wonderful Juliet. Searching at my best, wondering “Will my love come back to me yet?” Watch her in the halls, and get that lonesome feeling. Trying to move on, but still it’s my heart she’s stealing. Replacing love with anger, but anger only makes the pain worse. Stuck alone with depression, brought upon by the Devil’s curse. Ready to give up, but caught by her amazing beautiful smile. Heart beats faster, blood flows fast, like the river of the Nile. On my hands and knees begging God to set my soul free. Finally believing that I’ve actually found love, now its love’s turn to come find me. Depressed with love, wishing my love with her will come true. Held back from saying that fateful words “Baby I only love you.” In the world on my own, wanting only her at my side. Trying to stay strong, keeping faith, and holding in my cries. Hurting more and more, wanting the pain to fade and go away. The pain and only the pain, though I fell for her more each day. Keeping my love a secret, but letting it all out now. Thoughts of getting married, holding her hands just before my vows. Romantic? Shit, I can be romantic. Love doesn’t come close to how I feel. Looking into the warmth of her eyes, and stating my love for her is real. Ready for a chance, praying for an opportunity. Steady my heart beats rapidly. This is love. The problem? Love is the problem. Love is my problem.