~ My 1600 Miles For Her 10 ~ Poem by Dandy leo jr.

Growing weary; road so tiery and grueling at my feet,
Countless attemps of driving, will the nights ever stop to creep,
1600 hundred miles every time,
Boy iam running out dimes,

I implore only 10 miles for a womans manifest,
When will I ever get tired of giving her my best,
My love; has no end, has no limit, like the invisible universe,
She should have numerous and perpetual sheets of my verse,

overwhelmingly consumed by our letters of touch,
She aught to know that Iam not of words but of actions rush,
She sits at the comforts of her bagel coffee chair,
Dancing an everlonging night swinging of her hair,

While I sacrifice and battle this brutal trail,
when will I ever get to prevail,
As I feel the suns burning passion from the seat of my car,
I forever ask her for coffee talk, and meet me 10 miles far.

With me i taketh the prejudges and critics of this unwanted risk,
But ignoring the misfortions and misc.
I prove the world a mans unquenching desire,
Surely people think to admire.
And so one thing is on my mind,1600 miles for her 10.