I wonder if you've ever laid eyes upon the poems I've penned,
How could you know that they are solely for you, my dear Crush?
With every thought of you, my heart weaves countless poetic lines,
In each verse, a piece of my soul, an ode to love that forever shines.
You may not be aware of the solace your presence brings to me,
As I find comfort in admiring you, my cherished cherry tree.
If one day, by fate's hand, you chance upon my hidden words,
Could you, in return, offer a verse, a melody that gently stirs?
But how could you know, in this realm of silent devotion,
That I pour my heart into poems, an unspoken expression?
For the beauty lies not in the poems you may never see,
But in the unwavering love that fills each line, eternally.