Nevermind, there's not that many.
Your form is as good as any.
And your eyes, they're not spectacular.
In words, they'd be vernacular.
Though green and stunning,
And sharp and cunning,
They're simply not spectacular.
I love your smile,
Or is it vile?
Or is it something else?
Else or vile, I love that smile;
I love it for its wealth.
And your hair, needless to say,
Will someday be patchy and gray.
But nevertheless I love it today.
I'll love you today,
But never tomorrow,
So laugh your soul and cry your sorrow,
Before I go away.
Dude...It was very creative and formed with feeling, this is the type of rhyming I'm trying to get near too! I'm gonna read your other stuff, cause I liked this so much
i lvoe this poem. It just really made me think! ten out of ten and keep it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its so true, we love people on second but then stuff changes. And I like the rhyming throughout