The same, old gleaming smile and the smell of ginger in her hair,
Thin blonde curls fall loose to her bust near bare.

The perfect girl, the perfect day and not a hint of fear,
We held each other and kissed, and loved to the dark of the night came
near.

All my thoughts on all my days her beauty never fades,
Despite my fears and despite her woes my love for her could never be tamed.

Alas that day finally came where she remarked our 'friendship' so queer,
but thoughts of a partnership being naught but a farce I simply couldn't adhere.

And thus she waited for my devotion and time; all I yearned to give,
until she told me her lust had diminished, piercing my heart with a shiv.

Friends we'd been and friends we are, an honour I can never denounce,
But Leah - no boy could love as much as I, no not even an ounce.

I told Jack you were his, promising never to bring him down,
but lady believe me, for you I'd raise a town.

Begin from the start, let us see things anew, and I swear to make you a queen,
As watching us drift, and watching us sway is tearing me apart something mean.

Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your love enthralled me at first sight,
But my caution and mistake have ruined my chance of re-living that night.

Mitchell Siddons

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-friends-for-leah/