Truely Glad To Be Your's Poem by Emma Woods

I came to your house
Went up to your room
You played your guitar
Your eyes shine so blue
I asked for you beloved
You smiled and you held me
I gave you my number
I love your kind company
You're funny and you're handsome
Should give yourself more praise
Have all the confidence on earth
Find I'm tongue tied what to say? ?
Your hand along my back
Feels warm protecting soft
After much non stop talking
We finally become one
So tall so slim and muscly
Your hair is dark and light
So glad that you agreed
So glad that I'm with you
Just to recieve one of your texts
You fill me with utter excitement
You make me smile at the thought of you
You make my days so much brighter

Wednesday 28th August 2008: D x x