There's a night's sky blinking, full of countless stars,
it's covered in spotlights, like my heart's covered in scars.
There are some billion people here on this small earth,
but eyes compared to yours, I hopelessly will search.
Never I would find some, never such a pair,
that could be the same to me, so kind and oh, so fair.
Old fashioned, as it seems, am I.
But I won't change, as hard I try,
I'll be a lost case until I die.
But I won't change, as hard you try.
There are many words to tell you what has caught me so.
And even more, that I don't even know,
There are poems, songs and storys, more than I could count,
but if you asked me nicely, they all would be gone or drowned.
Never I can tell you, what has caught me so,
because, my friend, the problem is, that I don't even know.
A little bit nuts, it seems, am I.
But I won't change, as hard I try,
I'll be a lost case until I die.
But I won't change, as hard you try.
There's that song again, that reminds me of the day we met.
It's carved onto my heart and scratched into my head,
and as long, as it is there, I can not forget,
the moment and day when the two of us first met.
There's that song, I'm sure, you know it well enough.
Unlike me. I've never been good with feelings and stuff.
A little weird, it seems, am I.
But I won't change, as hard I try,
I'll be a lost case until I die.
But I won't change, as hard you try.
You don't know me quite as well as you perhaps might think.
And sometimes only that awareness makes my courage sink.
You don't know about my story, you just see the girl in me.
I'm more than that, even if less I sometimes wish to be.
So friend, please don't get me wrong!
This ain't some sort of proposal or a weird lovesong.
I just like to tell you, that you mean something to me,
even if it's not what on first glance it could be.
You're one of those, you only meet once per chance.
A little smile, a whistled word, from pleasant eyes a glance.
A friendly soul, which wakes you up and begs you for a dance.
A hand to hold, an open door, a hug without romance.
The moment, now I wrote it down, to send it on to you,
I feel a bit uneasy and stupid through and through.
Why should someone like you, read stupid lines like those?
The two of us, as written here, are not even close!
I'm just a girl with foolish dreams and you are high above.
With those poor lines and bad made rhymes I'll never win your love.
I mean that kind of love, true friends feel for each other,
or in a common family a sister for her brother.
But every line gets poorer now and I should go to bed.
It's nearly three, my hand gets sore and aching does my head.
So hopefully you understand what I am telling you:
I'd like to be you a good friend with feelings deep and true.
Edit: It's my first english poem I show in public, because the topic of this one is very important to me and I feel less shy, when I'm writing or talking in english. I'm still not sure, if the person, it is dedicated to, will read it at all. (...) However, if you find something in that poem, thats wrong as hell or stylistically dreadful, please tell me. But be lenient with me, I worked on it realy hard and I couldn't stand it, if you told me that its a load of crap. If you're not that well versed in poems, please understand, that often poets mix up the natural syntax (word order), so that the rhyme-words fit in the end of a line. Perhaps the measure also is not the best, but if you read it two or three times you'll find the pattern. Mostly it should be a iamb (German: Jambus) --> first syllable unstressed, second syllable stressed. But it doesn't fit trough the whole poem.
