A poem wrote months ago....

"Her"

i think i can feel it
but her eyes can't see it
how can i gain experience
if no one is willing to give it?
i love the time that im spending.
its never been a waste.
but all i ask for is just a little taste.
don't get me wrong. i appreciate everything.
and maybe i should be thankful for just the liitle things.
and i know that these feelings will never be over.
she can take this however she wants it.
i will always love her.