I Couldn't Find The Rhymes

In a dim lit room sits a boy, he has locked himself in his room.
"I must be insane" repeats the boy, he gets gradually louder.
What started out as a whisper is now a scream.
The young boy rushes over to the window and violently opens it. A strong gust of the cool fall breeze comes through the window, blowing papers all around. Yet the boy stares out the window, he does not move a muscle or blink, though his hair has been picked up by the wind.
As the full moon is covered and uncovered by the clouds moving in the wind, the moonlight hits the boy's eyes and for one moment the boy's eyes sparkle.
The boy rushes across the room and grabs a notebook and a pen. On which he inscribes:

"On sleepless nights,
We find ourselves
talking till the morning lights.
This is the only time we speak.
Though i see you all the time.
You see me, I see you
But not a word is spoke between us.
Yet, I Know this:
I love you,
I need you to know,
Please, Notice me?"

Once he is done, the boy lifts the paper and reads in out loud. The he promptly crumples it up and throws it out. He does not write poetry, he has never been so inclined to till now.
"It has to be perfect" whispers the boy, looking into a small mirror at his bedside. He continues "Do it for her, she needs to know."

The boy goes through paper after paper, writing poems only to be discarded after a read through. each time he gets a little closer to what he wants.
Now, the boy is shaking with anger. If he cannot write a single measly little poem for this girl, the one he loves then he does not deserve to love her at all.
Finally the boy has an idea. He writes and writes. He finishes late into the night. The boy knew any poem he would write would not be worthy. He had all the words, but he couldn't find the rhymes. So he wrote her a story of how he couldn't find the rhymes.