Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

November 19, 2011

He

by Sam

Why am I so crazy about this one strange guy?
It seems that every time I'm with him, 
time just flies by. 
He's quirky and outgoing.
He sings and plays guitar. 
But if I tell him how I really feel, 
I will have gone too far.

Hopefully we'll just be perfect
When he sees who I really am.
He'll laugh and talk and smile and walk 
And just love me for being Sam.

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