Mayra Cerda

Your My Riches - Poem by Mayra Cerda

Babe I was once a hobo on the streets
But when I saw you walkin and made me yours
You made me the richest girl ever

The day you picked me up in the allies
I wanted to cry to my knees
But every moment you seen me weaken
You always caught me quicker
Like if somebody said 'PICKER' in your mid
Yes babe it was God who made our destiny
Yes babe it was God who said 'LOVER'
No babe it's not an allusion nor a confusion

This is all real but in reality
Baby you're soul was the one sayin 'pick her'
You're heart was sayin 'love her'
It's something you chose now we're closest couple ever
-Mayra Cerda

Comments about Your My Riches by Mayra Cerda

  • (2/6/2010 3:35:00 PM)

    this... is amazing.. love is amazing...
    nice poem.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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