A love that has no possible chance,
The glares I'd see in recompense,
Who cares if she's a fictional being,
I love her more than anything.
Its not the clothes that she wears,
Or any particular trait she bears,
She's quiet and shy almost to fault,
The realism is but a wall I must vault.
A connection I feel that I cannot endure,
This pain makes me think my feelings are pure,
She's beautiful and kind so much that I weep,
If only in life her side I could keep.
Tho her existence is naught but a lie,
I cannot help but to question as to just why,
I can't meet a woman as such as I have seen,
Brought out before me on my TV screen.
A contest entry
- The battle of love by rocknroller.
450 points, ended November 15, 2008, 11 entries
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Good poem.
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