He tells you he loves you
you tell him you love him too
he says 'theres only one person good in my life'
you ask him 'who? '
He says 'its you! '
you ask why he picked you
he says 'its something inside,
it told me that you were the one'
you think to yourself
'aww! how cute! '
you ask 'why,
why would you pick someone as ugly as i am?
'theres prettier girls than me! '
he replies with one of the best answer youll ever hear
'beauty isnt everything
'and im not picky about looks,
im the type of guy who likes personality,
not a guy who likes to mess around,
i dont hit it, and quit it,
i like to cuddle though,
it doesnt matter if you dont wear make-up,
or even if you bury your face in it,
ill always love you, just remember that!
and when you die,
ill be the first to meet you at heavens gates! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.