(the next few a series of brief poems I've been writing in class)
A passing glance,
Is not romance,
A tender smile,
Is not worthwhile,
A playful shove,
Is not of love,
A place to vent,
Is not God-sent,
But still I walk,
And persue, and stalk,
To cross your path,
My sweet empath,
Just a foolish antic,
Of a hopeless romantic...