This Guy

This guy, the way he catches my eye. 
His brown-bark colored hair blowing, and blossoming, 
Radiating clean, fresh scents. 
This guy, with his broad shoulders,  
And perfect nose. 
He is such a rose. 
He is even smart, 
As I watch his eyes dart. 
It makes me question where he’s has been. 
 And then, 
I question where he’s going. 
Will he keep on growing? 
Or will he stop,  
And never make it to the top. 
Suddenly, I don’t care, 
As his hair blows through the air. 
This guy, 
That makes me want to cry. 
He makes me sad every day, 
And yet what do I say.  
I say, I love him, but is that true? 
He will NEVER love YOU. 
And that is what I always knew.