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For Stacy-Ann . Each day I look at you with admiration. I want you to fill my heart with satisfaction. Darling, if you accept my proposition, It will surely bring me joy and exultation. .
I know that I just met you, but I also know that what I feel is true. All of the traits I hate is what you have, but funny how this heart told me it's love. It's been only a month since we started talking,
All of your time is spent in just the same placesSo you hear the same voices everywhereThe faces you pass by are familiar facesAnd you think one of them is for you to take care
Why is it that I can sense a snake in the grass and will run in the opposite direction but when I felt you inching closer and closer to me I watched you like a National Geographical special, a child mesmerized by the carnival rides
Sometimes you just have one of those days Where absolutely nothing is going your way you bombed that science test you spilt juice on your shirt you scraped your knee dropped your ice cream on the dirt
Loving you was my best mistake, a beautiful affliction. Nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. You came unexpected, filling a desire I never knew I had.
Her smile is the beauty of nature at its best, when leaves are ripe and the trees are at rest. Grin perl white and shines with glee, like a deep night sky it's a must on what you see. Waves with ponder that's brown
Why do I like you? There's never a time or place when I don't think of you. Why do I like you?
Feburary 27, 2012 a Facebook message notification It read "HBD". She didn't know who it was so she just replied with a thank you and went away. Little did she know that was her first encounter with her first love.
A love I once honed Is now a memory long forgotten; With how quick I lost it, Or even rid of it- Was it lust instead? Cradled in my plams Had been a lingering hope That the past would reverse
Everyday I see you and everyday you look at me Everyday we talk we argue and laugh together Everyday i bump you and everyday you bump me Yet it feels at though you have never seen me
I never thought that I could feel this way I never really searched for this feeling - None worthy to share it with anyway But I stumbled on it, now I’m tingling
They call it puppy love, A simple infatuation, That falling head over heels, And loss of concentration Like they never felt it before, Like they’ve never felt their hearts beating wild like a drum,
The first love poem Inscribed on a clay tablet By Sumerians Does not speak of Candy hearts or kisses or Perfumed nothings That make your heart beat and your Cheeks flush hotly red.
(poems go here) Laying on your chest, Playing in your hair. With you I am at my best. But I would never dare speak—I would never dare say, The three words that keep—Reoccurring in my head.