Note: The only changes to this entry are minor corrections to grammar, punctuation, formatting, and spelling. I’ve also removed any last names which appeared, except in the case of teachers.
My love for Maile grows daily,
every hour my heart holds her dear.
As my love grows every stronger,
oh how I wish she were here.
My love for Maile grows fiercer,
gaining strength with every passing hour.
But how can I prove my love
and reveal its pure, boundless power?
My love for Maile is a force
building up through the days.
This force is a part of my soul
ever-renewed by her gaze.
My love for Maile is a longing,
a steady, urgent call.
I just hope she loves me,
here at the end of it all.
Pretty good for having been composed on the spot. Maile probably will think it stupid.