Achim Wollscheid

Rookie (10/13/93 / Leipzig, Germany)

Mawkish Romantic - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

She rarely smiles, but how pretty it is!
I barely can control the way I think;
In my chest my heart sinks.
I feel I just about lost my head.
Yes, she is those very parts.
I lose my state of consciousness
And that is how everything starts.
I redden like a cherry and freeze up,
But still I haven’t had enough.
If only I could get so close
And touch the very face of hers.
I’d be the luckiest man on Earth,
Perhaps even in the universe.
I become highly emotional and physical,
I can barely control the way I think.
I cannot help but to sing.
She walks and talks with me,
And is my everything.
I rarely get to see her smile, but how pretty it is!
The prettiest thing I’ll ever see.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, April 19, 2010

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