Sire...

by Emma   Mar 3, 2008


His name is a secret to you but, not to me. I call him A. He is sweet like candy and kind like a mother horse is to her newborn filly. I've known him for two years and they have been great. I love his smile. His smile reminds me of a warm summer's day. When I see him smile I can't help but smile. If he similes and I see him smile I have to smile back even if he isn't smiling at me. I get nervous when I talk to him. I am very distracted by him and I get very clumsy. My friends will say watch out for that log and like two seconds before I get there and then i will trip over the log if he is with me. I love his eyes there are brown like an amber brown that sparkles with joy. He has the cutest laugh and his hair is black and is cut perfect. I love him but he doesn't know and i don't want him to know and if he reads this he will but he won't know it is him. His name will always be a secret to you but i will keep on loving him forever.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Krystal

    This is absolutely adorable. Your love seems so powerful and true, and you've express it well with this poem.
    Great poem.
    -Krystal;