Her Poem

A poem I wrote about the girl I like.

I think you are beautiful
Amazing, smart, funny, strong
But the only problem is
That we do not get along

I have never singled you out;
I have never tortured you
I would rather die
Then be forced to make you shout.

Your hair beautifully covers your face;
Your eyes sparked like the stars in space.

But no you, I am no one.
And to me, you are everyone.

Author's Note

What do you think? Anything I could have done better?