His hair is brown, I'd cry if I saw him frown. Or maybe I'd drown, if he looked like a clown.
He is so funny like a day that is sunny.
He loves lacrosse and eating apple sauce. His teeth he does floss, his middle name's Ross.
I wonder if he's jacked, or that on to his computer I've hacked. He is so cute, oh what a hoot, go the owls wrapped snug in towels.
About him I dream, when I see him I scream and beam with delight because he's such a sight! At night there is no light, but his teeth are still white.
He is the man, will he ever understand, my intense longings for him, this summer I shall invite him to swim.
He is the best, I think I'll buy him a vest. Yay!
This is a love poem, to my one true love.
Thank you,
Sincerely,
Lola -15
2007-03-17
12:05:00
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