Trying to Recreate

I used to write a lot of poems back in high school. Only recently did I start this up again. I took a break from writing my paper and decided to write this. I tried to recreate Rives' style and fuse it with my own. I haven't thought up of a title for it yet, and I don' think it's quite finished. Questions and comments are welcome.

You’re walking down the steps after finishing the day’s afternoon class,
And you see Her there.
Her soft dark hair flowing with that crisp breeze as it shimmers to set off a smiling red.
The red you see at a quarter to five on that fall afternoon as the sun begins to set.
Yeah, a sunset. The one thing no author ever fully explains or conveys the meaning of but let me try. I want to try to understand that sunset. Maybe it’s a mere feeling that just consumes oneself with total awe and wonder. The same feeling when her spontaneous smile strikes your eyes when she passes by.
No words exchanged, no words to exchange. You don’t want to say hello cause you’re afraid of goodbye. But you’re telling yourself that it’s better than a turn away and a sigh. A sigh a relief is not going to come unless you return that smile. For the time has come to return that smile, that awe inspiring action. The thing that makes your day, and you don’t know it. The thing that makes you crazy, and you’re afraid to show it. Show it. Scream it. Yell it. Dream it. No matter how you tell it, know that you mean it. You smile. You just made her day, but what about tomorrow?