Ascension

I climb ever higher
Up a ladder

This ladder
Of uncertainty

A precarious perch
Upon a thin rung
I've been climbing
Breaking the rungs

As I try and try
And fail and fail
A different ladder
Every time

And now
I aim too high
And this ladder is higher
And thinner

Call me a pessimist
But I don't have a chance
For at the top
Sits that which I don't deserve

I'll call it a crush.
Yes, a crush.

On your brilliant,
Uplifting personality
I'm aiming too high
Probably never'll reach you

Oh,
And I wish I wouldn't
Be attracted to anyone
For fear of being crushed in the end

Falling from
My grand ascension
With a crash
And a bang

Oh, beauty,
I ador thee
For every time
I look at you,

A smile crawls
Upon my face
And I know
Even a loser can love.

A loser
Who brightens
Others' day
At his own expense

I look at you and smile
At this mile-high ladder
And if this poem
Is the first broken rung

I'm sorry I've started climbing.

But by writing this poem
I'm off already
On this mile-high ladder

Because I have a crush on you.
Oh, dear...Not again.

Yes, this is a love poem. I'm too much of a wuss to give it to her. I'd need some moral support to do it... Jeez. I wish this was a tad bit easier. I guess I'll go with the covert approach.