Mental Euphoria in Third-Period Algebra Our communications I cherished, though they were all too short quite like a seafaring vessel, returning to port. That port it is wide, and terribly dark your love shines like a beacon, and sings like a lark. You've taken my heart, and you don't even know I really should have told you, it just goes to show. I love you I do, I can't say that enough I've been hurt yes I have, my heart beaten rough. I feel a great void, that grows within me my soul it is waiting, and ready to flee. Flee from a battle, I never could win when I think of my defeat, all I seem to do is grin. I wish you were here, for then I could keep, those dreams of you, at a time other than sleep. You are my love, my life, my reason for being, a life without you, I cannot bear seeing. Please won't you try, to see what I see, a dreamer who dreams, thinking of me. I can't understand, these feelings I've felt, and I cannot accept, these cards I've been dealt. You're the only one, that I want to be with, your beauty like a goddess, straight from a myth. Being near you would be my dream, though it seems it shan't happen, or so it seems. When I look into your eyes, I feel so helpless when I take one look at you, my love I confess. You make me feel a way, that I've never felt, when I think of your grace, my heart it does melt. I sit here and listen, to tales of your love, all that I wish, is that it were me you thought of. I'd kill the bravest warrior, or swim the deepest seas all to be with you, in a warm and salty breeze. Each time you cross, that golden field that is my mind, I cannot help but hope, it is my love you'll find. — Paul Montgomery, 17, Marmion Military Academy   Submit your poetry, artwork and photos for publication on WebStreetCafe.