May 19, 2008
By Bianca French, South Barrington, IL

I love him o yes I do
Hes for me and not for you
And if by chance you take my place
Ill take my fist and smash your face

I love his smile
And his unique style
His perfect hair
And his "I truly love you stare"

I look into his eyes
And know that there wont be lies
It was love at first sight
Yet on occasion we fight

When I'm with him
All my fears are dim
And when were not together
Its just like bad weather

And though he doesn't know
My love for him I'll show
A poem it will be
For him and all to see

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