Conversational Poetry

February 27, 2009
My baby, you love her, that much I see
On cloud nine, together, the two of you always seem to be
It's love, it's real love, I thought it disappeared
But for the two of you it exists, and in no way is it weird
How you'll always be happy, a long life ahead
A hopeless romantic, at least that's what she said.

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