Val wrote a poem.

[Valigarmander]

In Chicago, the wind feels bitter as nips at your face
Where the day rushes forward as you try to keep apace
Where the mighty towers on the sky cast a dark silhouette
It was here, some summer ago, where I first met
My fair Rosalina

Rosalina, a name so beautiful just to speak it rouses pain
Crying out from the pit in my heart where memories of her remain
Their dissonance a cruel discomfort that I have long wished gone
And even then I still feel myself so abnegatingly drawn
To sweet Rosalina

Rosalina was a singer, a painter in the realms of sound
With the melody of her voice peace and beauty abound
When she sang, nightingales would be gall next to her
And then I would be in love next to her
Darling Rosalina

I would sit with the crowds all night and listen to her serenade
And watch her chocolate-brown tresses over her shoulders laid
Entranced with her movement as she sway in flowing claret dress
Feeling burning passions I could never hope to confess
To perfect Rosalina

How foolish it was to feel those feelings of hopeless worth
When I was but a pitiful soul doomed to walk the mortal Earth
And where she was a glorious angel from Paradise above
How could I ever dream in my sweetest dreams to receive love
From sublime Rosalina?

I marveled her from the distance for the longest biding time
Enthralled by the charm of this woman’s performance in her prime
My heart demanding to me that us two must soon meet
For my lonely heart did then anguish so bitter-sweet
For pure Rosalina

I was to speak with Rosalina once the crowd had all left
In hopes my uncertainties would not be kept unbereft
Even if she didn’t want to share an attraction with me
At least I could set my secret passions free
Of lovely Rosalina

But unexpected by me, she was completely understanding
I opened up my heart and she listened notwithstanding
She giggled when I spoke, her laugh like a milky, sweet balm
I felt truly elated now that I felt so calm
With doting Rosalina

Not only did she possess beauty which would make Venus revel
She understood me on a deeper, truer level
She’d listen and I would talk, or she’d talk and I would listen
And I’d sit there and watch the way her bright eyes glisten
Divine Rosalina

Never before in my life had I felt this way for someone
Never before could affection so speedily burgeon
As I stood with her, my heartbeat in my chest hammered
There was no hiding it, I was veritably enamored
With delicate Rosalina

I did everything I could to keep my Rosalina blithe
Write her poems, sing her songs, so my love for her would kithe
When I did for her, she would laugh and say, “I love you too”
And I would melt there with her appreciative coo
Beloved Rosalina

My adulation for her wouldn’t ever change
But after a while Rosalina began to act strange
Something was wrong with her that I couldn’t discern
And for the first time ever I began to feel concern
For cherished Rosalina

Before I’d never doubted that Rosalina was mine
And now I was worried her interest was in decline
All these doubts and vexations I wanted to refuse
But still I feared then that I someday may lose
My only Rosalina

Then one day it happened, to more sorrow than surprise
As she grabbed me by the hands and looked into my eyes
Her solemn pronouncement bore through my heart-so-broken
I was left all alone with those last words spoken
By tragic Rosalina

What unforgiving pit of Hell I occupied after
How I missed her face and dreamed of her laughter
How I cried for the days when our love seemed so star-crossed
Before I had dreamed of us, but now I had loved and lost
Grievous Rosalina

Time passed me by and I at night would sit awake
Telling myself to ignore my heart’s painful ache
But I would have never thought to have seen her again
In the arms of another person then
Treacherous Rosalina

Now I felt I had been lied to, now I felt betrayed
My face burned up hot like firing cannonade
My indignated emotions fiercely discage
And my heart exploded in a jealous lover’s rage
At heartless Rosalina

Feelings of envy and suspicion intertwined
As a sad despair dwelled within my forlorn mind
This was not the same woman who I used to adore
But now I wanted to dwell on nevermore
Ignoble Rosalina

Days, then weeks, then months passed by with little event
For my former episode I could barely lament
Back to normality my life had finally become
It felt like by then I had finally grown numb
To old Rosalina

In Chicago, the wind feels bitter as nips at your face
Where the day rushes forward as you try to keep apace
As I continue my life in sluggard remiss
Sometimes, even today, I find that I still miss
My fair Rosalina

[CuccoLady]

That's pretty awesome, Val.

My only criticism would be that the rhythm of the poem is kind of awkward-- the number of syllables varies from line to line and the way they flow is kinda weird.

Still, freaking sweet poem. :{D

[Valigarmander]

^ I know, I tried to be open with the syllable length, and tried to herd them close to each other, but I noticed a few lines got kind of awkward.

[User Name]

I think it's very well done, Val. You know it's good when I get emotionally attached to a poem. hehe. Bada ba ba ba, I'm lovin' it!