Feelin' Good

What gets me high, what gets me low;

So many things that you could know.

When I wake and bring the love into my day,

It's her who makes me feel this way.

Her smile when she laughs, her eyes when she cries;

These are few of things that make me arise.

What matters is that she makes me conquers,

Anything that can make me stronger;

For me, for her,and for our lives,

To hope that our good future arrives. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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