This Too Will Pass Poem by the Nickster

It's the way you look; the way you smile
I dream of you: my perfect guy
You make my day doing little things: You call it our nature hike
I call it spending time with my Boo
Your eyes...enchanting
Your voice...inviting
Your walk...distinguished
And, your style...unique
Everything about you makes me weak.
I feel your touch as a consuming fire
I feel your embrace, and you become The Desired
Might as well admit it: I'm so in love with you
Too bad I can't have you.