To My Tall, Blond Sweetheart
I was always a shy girl in the past,
Always finding love that would never last.
And recently my heart was broken,
By a lying, cheating man who used it for poking.
As time went on I stayed in the reality,
That all men were scummy, low, and shady.
Until one day I saw the light,
For a while I couldn’t believe my eyes.
At this man who stood in front of me,
With his long, blond hair and his green eyes so shiny.
I constantly scolded myself, and led myself to believe,
Why would this handsome man ever want me?
All I was, was the girl who no one liked,
To whom people would spit, and glare at with spite.
But all I did was keep my space,
It didn’t mean that I didn't want to face
What most didn’t know was this girl was in love,
With a man who now saw this girl, for who she really was.
“You are beautiful and talented,” he would smile and say,
As he would gently brush my tears of sadness, and insecurity away.
As time went on I couldn’t believe,
How no matter what this man would never leave.
I was glad at this, because he always made me smile,
And I hoped and prayed that this would last a while.
Because this man loved me for whom I really was,
Now all I want to tell him is that I’m madly in love.
And now that we have spent one year together,
Why not make it more; let’s start with forever.
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