Type Of Love Poem by Louis Borgo

I am writing you and if it sound sound deft for ears,

look at you you look amazing,

Blind as the ever grass sweet as the last drop of honey,

please may I have what she having,

The morning after the last of the fine print the two step for every moment by the phone,

Type of love,

Standard for men have meaning as well but when I say,

you are acceptance it truly evolve,

Did I get the first cup of coffee because in second she respond unsound profound,

Stand by the key of the highest soprano sound and,

Melody never sound so sweet,

I need that,

Type of love,

I never been so honest right now I have a concussion,

But I working my way through like,

Johnny Cash to Wild Horses,

To bad I am painfully shy how can she read between the lines,

"Just another another sad love song rocking my head like crazy",

I should reallie wrote lyrics for a label one day,

I need that,

Type Of Love.