Love Boy Poem by Shelby Blehm

One from above,
so pretty, so fair,
Such terrible beauty of one with such hair.

I'm falling in love with a man with blonde hair,
the kind that curls in fingers,
with beauty that tends to be unfair.

One guy with a smile,
a true white smile,
with lips that curl in a sensual way,
when the moment is right and the fowls want to play.

He's grinning at me now,
with lips so tender and pink,
they gently corress my cheeks,
and forehead,
and leave me dizzy with happiness.

Now he leaves me,
I want to cry,
such happiness can't stop so suddenly as this,
leaving me dissatisfied,
and crumpled to bits.

Why is this? What tender loving soul would leave another without fulfilling them with happiness? Tis him who desires another's attention other than mine own.