Let me write you a poem
Using the little ink left
I must hurry it's fading
Such a shame to just forget
Like a castle built in sand
My feelings surely won't last
To say this is a bit sad
But soon it will turn to dust
You're the book from library
I have borrowed and admired
Just halfway through the story
I needed to say goodbye
The moon shall know this secret
I like you but what is next
Should I let the stars keep it
Or let you know and confess?