A Thousand Poem by Ronnie Gardner

Your love is the the type that makes me want to break out in song
in a crowd, with my friends, with violins, and then take a bow
I digress, its a mess because I love her too, its the truth, and never ending and then I sin
I hold it in but its nice, it worth the price of that night when the music creases
and apprehends into your caress and your kisses, alcoholic I love my girl, alcoholic, I love her too, alcoholic but I also love my best friend, each love is true
It easy to get lost like undercover officer who doesn't remember who he is Paramount to dangerous but I didn't coin it, but that's the way love is.
Let me explain: One, I love her, two I Iove her, three I love her, Four, I love her, five, I love her, six, I love her, seven I love her eightilovernineilovehertenilovehereleveniiloveher.................Iloveher.......Iloveher......