Love - Poem by Elphaba Thropp
Will I ever find true love?
Will I ever find someone who likes me for me?
Or will I just be an old lady who lives alone with cats and dogs?
When will I find that perfect guy?
Have I already?
The guy I like, I've known forever.
His mom use to be my fourth grade teacher,
And he plays the Alto saxophone just like me.
But the problem is,
I don't think he notices me.
We cross each other's paths
And he sees me,
But I don't think he really sees me.
I will never give up on my dream,
Because maybe he might just be
My one true love.
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