It all started on the day,
When you look at me that way.

I could see your smile,
For a mile.

The beat of my heart,
Dosn't work properly when we're part.

When we play
Your hands feel as smooth as clay.

My heart would always melt,
If it was your aftershave I smelt.

I love the way you look,
You can always read me like a book.

I feel so hot,
But yet I’m not.

I have been hurt in the past,
So I don’t want to go to fast.

You always mean a lot to me,
And that’s the way it will always be.

I love the way you care,
And the way you always share.

I loving feeling your touch,
I always miss you so much.

I love you for what you are,
Even your little blue car.

Your love
Send me flying to the skies above.

When I can’t feel your sense,
I feel as weak as a broken fence.

You never make me feel any pain,
That shouts strait to my vain.

When you come around I go in a daze,
My mind opens up like one big maze.

Everything else is in the past,
All I hope is that we last.

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Life is like a dick. When things get hard, **** it.

it's good, but the tense within each stanza changes. you need to make it all present tense, past tense, or wahtever. know waht i'm sayin'?

I like this poem! It's really nice.

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I know what you are saying i just never get i right. oh well maybe next time

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Life is like a dick. When things get hard, **** it.