You Poem by Rebecca Richardson

When I looked into your eyes for the first time I saw the warmth. You made my heart almost melt. When I saw how nerves you were just to speak to me I could have died. Your gentalmen acts almost made my heart skip a beat. Then the first time I saw you smile and laugh it made me want to. But the first time you spoke to me I almost cryed. I always woundered why you would pick me when people were just lining up just to talk to you and you picked me... A little country girl, nothing specail and then I relized how kind you were and that you were the politest man I have ever met, and now the only thing I am scarried of is losing the best thing that has ever happend to me.