A poem from my teens

RIGHT IN TO MY EYES
SHE ALWAYS DOES STARE
AND THAT FORCE
I CAN NEVER BEAR
BUT I NEVER
ACCOST HER
THAT IT MAY END
IN A NIGHTMARE

NEVERTHELESS
SHE DOES INSPIRE
BUT AT THE SIGHT OF HER
I PERSPIRE
SHE IS
AN ANGEL OF BEAUTY
MY WORDS NEED
NO MORE CLARITY