The first time I met her I knew she was the one,
It was too late, her bright smile had left its' mark,
Her long, straight hair flowed down her back,
And her eyes had fire with a jade green glow,
I said hi, and I introduced myself,
and I got to know her, taking it slow,
Her personality was awesome, and shone through her face,
She had the best personality of any girl I had ever met,
The time finally came and I could no more wait yet,
And I gave her twelve roses as soft was white lace,
for my love for her I did want to show,
She said they were sweet, but there was something about herself,
She said there was another guy she was getting to know,
Even though she knew of my love, I hoped our friendship would not slack,
But she stopped talking to me, and left me in the dark,
And now we are none...


What do you think of it? I call it a chiasmatic poem by the way, because it rhymes in this order:

A
B
C
C
B
A