Why

Poem about the spurs of teenager's love life.

WHY?

Why?
What can I do?
All I want to do is love you.
But you make it so hard.
Why is it you post things about wanting the guy that makes you whole.
When I am sitting right here in your front row.
Your smile is a gleaming pool of white.
It brings flowers to life and stops anything in sight.
Your eyes are a deep expanse of brown wonder.
Your brown flowing hair is surely a stunner.
Everyone says I am so lucky...
But am I?
Do you love me back?
What do I lack?
Please tell me girl...
You are sending my heart and mind into a whirl.
My heart skips a beat whenever I think of you.
Does your heart mirror mine or is it a different feeling?
What can I do?
Why?