Black hair,
Dark eyes,
Sure to be my demise.
There is a smile on his face,
As he pulls me into his warm embrace,
Then he says hi,
For the very first time.
We go out every night,
We never fight,
He fills me up with joy,
He’s the perfect boy.
He’s sure to be there when I need him,
He brings me flowers,
It doesn’t matter if I’m slim,
He sure has power.
I think I love him,
Its sure to go well,
No chance of him saying Farewell.
Love lasts forever
Love does many wonders...it has made Priscilla to give a nice poem; great
a deep write full of love and respect which has wonderful flow with the image that you painted for this boy, , wishing you happiness and love forever, , , blessings...Cecil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every girl's dream come true. That's what it is. A fairy tale too often. But a dream still, in a young girls heart. Hey, who am I to dash a dream? Unless, it was 'Lorelei'. Perhaps you may read it someday from among my poems. GW62