The Love Poem

November 16, 2009
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His hair curly, brown, and soft,
Eyes warm and inviting,
He has stolen my heart, and there’s no use in fighting.

His smile seductive and sweet,
I know he’s worth my while,
Someday it will be me and him, walking down the aisle.

When our eyes meet my stomach is in knots,
I can feel my insides doing flip-flops,
How is it, that one can be, so courageous and carefree.

He is supportive when I’m mad,
He is my comfort when I’m sad,
The one I confide in when the truth hurts so bad.

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