My Love Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Sometimes I like to sit and think about love.
We meet so many people,
So many who may want us.
Yet we feel only true towards one.

Is it normal to break a heart?
Is it normal to begin a new start?

I appreciate stories which depict love.
There is something about it which seems honest.
Something about it I find fascinating.
Something about it I want to earn.

What about respect?
The uncouth rewards of regret?
Even we may not know each other so well,
We stick beside,
We always listen,
We always write to each other.

Little by little I don't seem to care.
Once I have you, I have all that is there.