Skunk's Love

A poem written for a creative writing class I took in high school.

Never go to show your love,
When you do you will fail,
For the gentle breeze does blow,
Softly, full of ail

I showed my love, I showed my love,
I showed him all I could,
Aghast, holding his nose he ran, in earnest
And my love did no good

As soon as he was out of sight
Someone else journeyed by
Cautiously, carefully
I lifted my tail and waved goodbye