I’m not to write a poems,
In fact I find it pretty lame.
This is one of my first, so heres what i have to say.

This thing they call love,
what does it really mean?
Sometimes it lasts a lifetime, and sometimes it’s only a dream.

Only a dream?
How could it be?
Never did i stop to think, that my love was right in front of me.

How do I say this?
And make it sound real?
You’re probably laughing; at my little real.

But what do I do?
To find the cure
This feeling I have, I think I’ll endure.

Over and over, you cross my mind.
Always uplifting, always on time.

I feel I don’t deserve this good of a catch.
But on my heart you’ll always be etched.

Me and you?
It seems quite right.
But this poem thing, I hope it makes your night.