Crush

There was a time, not long ago.

A decade now? Yeah, maybe so.

It started with a gallery;

A Deviant directory.

Expressive strokes of pen and brush,

Lead me to my first real crush.

Captivated by her style;

I couldn’t help but gaze and smile.

I had my hopes of meeting her,

Like most folks would, I’m guessing.

She was half the world away, however,

Dissuading me from trying.

We talked a bit through online means,

Discussing art and such.

We flirted but unfortunately,

She did not share my crush.

Rejection stung but only slightly,

Seemingly overpowered

By the pride I felt inside of me;

The down side, overshadowed.

Famed Departures

As we grow and learn each day,

We share those days with others.

From those nearby and far away,

We grasp at unknown wonders.

We televise and idolize those who have the bravery,

Of stepping up upon the stage to prove their capability.

Though we see them very often,

It’s difficult to really know them.

They give us joy when they display,

Their talents honed with practice.

Amazed, we are, with their arrays.

It’s rare we don’t take notice.

Inspiring and filled with pride,

Their passion is what drives them.

To entertain and mesmerize,

Through acting or with rhythm.

Recently we’ve been reminded,

That life is not unlimited.

Still, we surely are inspired;

By how they pushed themselves, undaunted.

Though they are no longer with us,

Their legacy lives on within us.