His Poem
He wrote a poem for me
I am so glad
Poetry is my love language and he sees
It made me happy when I was sad
He is speaking my language
He is sharing my views
With his poem I don’t need a bandage
I was so happy when he told me the news
His poem it rhymes
It’s all about how he loves me
As I read it showed at all times
His poem is the key
To make me see
How he feels inside
His poem makes me want to stay never flee
I loved his poem that I couldn’t hide
He was the first
His is my last
He broke the curse
His poem erases the past
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