Secret Admirer Note #9
Riches, wealth, silver, gold,
I wouldn’t give you up for any of those.
Sorry if I’m a little too bold,
And that I don’t talk in prose.
But you’re the only treasure I need.
To be worthy of you,
I’ll do any deed.
Oh, if you only knew.
--xoxo, Your Secret Admirer
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.