My Love Is Antique Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

My love is antique,
And higher than you can bid.
Yet are you willing to pay?
How much do you have to give?
How much room do you have to recieve?
My love's too generous to delay.

Feelings just linger in the air,
But no one's willing to push the boat out.
No one's willing to say what they feel
For fear of rejection...

Our lives are like a huge assault course,
Love being the motivation...
Stamina fading, but you're my stimulation.