A 16 year old’s poem on her first crush:
Thinking about this guy,
Makes me go so high;
I wonder why…
O Conscience! Do not lie…………….
He drives the car,
On roads made of tar,
It’s soooo much fun, without any bar;
O! I could go riding with him, far, far and far!!
He is a ‘lil naughty,
And he thinks he is a 1 in a mil hottie,
Havta admit, he’s totty,
And, sometimes, this makes you dotty!!
His smile, so innocent;
He talks with his hands raised and fingers bent;
To all your wants, he’ll relent;
Hey girls!! He’s mine and not for rent…:-P
Bushy are his eyebrows,
With him, you are a victim of cupid’s arrows,
Life is full of highs and lows;
But, love for him: It grows and grows…..
Feb come after Jan;
He doesn’t know, but I’m his big fan,
I think he is just the perfect man;
I wonder if he’ll be forever with me, if he can……….