Her Loving Me Poem by William Mowell

I may not be the greatest poet in the world
I'm no where near a saint
I would give it up for this special girl
Every time I see her I almost faint

My love for her she never knows
My devotion is behind the scenes
But every day my love still grows
Even if my love's never seen

She's the beauty queen of my whole world
She's the comedian I wish I could be
She's a ballerina who needs to be twirled
Through my eyes I wish she could see

My heart aches when I'm not around her
Close to her body I wish I could be
All my memories turn to a blur
All I think about is her loving me