text: what do you think of this? what do you think of this poem its not complete but here it is  there she is beauty all around  and i cant every go up to her and make a single sound why cant i talk to her she's all in my head this my life when i think of her is dread will she ever be mine  maby in time she will be mine it kills me the time  time time time  i dream of her nights and days i try to get her out of my mind but she stays  