My Trimbling Knees Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24
My Trimbling Knees
Every time you say my name, my heart skips a beat.
Everytime you hold my hand, my arms turn to jello.
Everytime you kiss me, my head starts spinning.
Everything you do makes me trimble.
My love for you grows stronger and stonger every waking moment.
There is nothing you casn say or do to make me stop loving you.
It's at the point of no return.
Forever and always.
Your future husband!
February 18,2015
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