I met a man who's gentle and smart
We start talking
We become friends
And I love spending my time with him
I met his mother who's funny and kind
My mind runs a hundred miles per hour
'Will she like me?
What if she doesn't like my face?
What if she doesn't like my voice?'
He holds my tiny hand
And my fragile heart in his hands
And tells me
"My mother likes you."
I smile at him and he looks back at me with glistening eyes
As I think to myself,
'I can't wait to start living with you and your family.'
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
