letters

her shirt 

her shirt was the first thing I saw

then I saw her hair

beautiful

long 

blonde

with eyes that had no definate color

yet they were filled with joy

This is how i met her

though our meeting breif

it did not take long for us to begin to speak

hours on the phone with little is disagree

ive never felt so happy

we write to one another now

as a way to talk in our own special way

Iv´e never felt more cottage core 

yet here she is

funny

smart

and she makes me shake

in a way that doesn´t make my heart break

It may not be love

or even infatuation

but having her in my life

makes me feel more than delighted

I hope we continue to speak

learning languages of flowers 

in order to be able to speak

This poem is about: 
Me

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