A beautiful person who has stolen my heart.
Our conversations are pure and we're hardly apart.
I can't say I'm in love, but i like him a lot.
He makes me smile when he says I'm 'hot'.
He's the one I wake up for and the one I dream of when I'm asleep.
He said I have his heart and that I shall keep.
I've dreamt of our future being happy and bright.
Without any bickering and without a fight.
He tells me his problems and I tell him mine.
He gets really horny and there I draw the line.
I love when he smiles and flicks his hair.
We have love heart competitions, but he's never fair.
He tells me I'm beautiful, funny and smart.
His eyes like chocolate; his soul a work of art.
We talk and message for hours on end.
He's got his own style, never following a trend.
He likes all my music, bands and my style.
Sorry for my gloating, i won't keep you awhile.
We have our special secrets for only us to know.
I hate when he tells me 'I have to go'.
So this is where I end this crazy love story.
I'm sorry theres no horror, it's not even gory.
Sam my boy, how I like you so much.
Hopefully one day soon, I'll feel your gentle touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem